If only the heart’s advice were infallible.

I’m in favor of any technology that makes my work available to the reading public at a reasonable price.

It is late afternoon. The world has paused to catch its breath, and the ice-cream streets melt slowly in the sun. The people of Pennsylvania wait in the hush for the twilight that will soften the tempered Gerber edges of their world.

I went to college, though I didn’t take many writing courses.

I can’t speak for the other authors, but what I hoped to achieve was to illuminate certain corners of the Lucas universe that hadn’t yet been explored.

Earth, the startlingly pure blue and white, the brown and silver snakes that are rivers filled with erosion, the fragmented coastlines where the rising seas are eating the land, just as Earth’s remaining resources are being eaten by the population. Soon the population may be the only resource left. The Orbitals were once their hope, a gateway to new resources. Now the Orbitals stand like a wall between Earth and its broken dreams, claiming the future for their own. Reno.

I’ve experienced writer’s block, but never for more than a few days.

I was pretty much grown-up by the time I attended school in Britain – or as grown-up as I’ll ever get.

Some of my ideas were shot down by Lucasfilm because they stepped on territory that has been reserved for the movies. I didn’t have a problem with that.

It’s a tough job to tell a story when the audience already knows the ending, and the ending is bleak.