June 22:
bad signal
WARREN ELLIS
I swear, half the fucking internet
seems to be down today. Can't
reach BBC news or AvantGo on two
different ISPs. AOL UK seems to be
having some kind of major web
seizure in any case. Last night the
Bad Signal server coughed blood,
and a post got lost -- I stuck it on
warrenellis.com instead, so if you
get a Signal at some point called
"Swinging The Big Hook", just delete
it...
Old news: I finally got the back end
of PLANETARY 26 the way I want it,
so now it's on Cassaday's desk, for
a probable autumn release. 26
finishes the main story. There'll
be a 27 as an epilogue at some point,
but 26 closes the main business of
the book.
Three issues of NEWUNIVERSAL are
now written, and Salva's doing the
design work right now.
I believe that today or tomorrow a
major interview with me on JONES
will appear, discussing Danijel
Zezelj replacing JH Williams on the
book, at newsarama.com.
And for those who missed the Friday
announcements: the novel will
appear next summer, and I've been
engaged by AMC to write the pilot
of a tv show I created for them. To
deal with a FAQ on the latter: the
show is in a peculiar format, for
American tv, and if the series gets
bought, I'll be writing all the episodes.
So, no, you can't write spec scripts
for it.
Thanks to Colleen Doran, last night
I watched an episode of a TREK fan
net-tv show that recasts DEEP SPACE
NINE-era TREK as a gay soap opera.
Klingon man-love was not one of
the things I needed to see before I
die.
and...
BS
me
You know how sometimes you get
a word on the tip of your tongue
but just can't find it to spit it out?
It's like that with writing sometimes.
(I'll preface this with: don't send me
ideas, you silly fuckers.)
By previous agreement, I'm going
to be producing a major new series
with Avatar early next year. What
that series will be is a matter of
contention. I've thrown out three
full-blown concepts for the series
now. None of them were good
enough. They weren't bad books
-- I went as far as fully scripting
two issues of one of them. But
they weren't good enough. They
just laid there on the page. One of
them attacked the themes I want,
one of them had the energy, and
one of them had the structure and
language. But they don't stick
together, and separately they're
only a third of what I want on the
page.
One of them's too backward-looking,
one of them plays too many
market games, one of them has
no attack to it.
It's driving me mental.
It's the blank page thing. Aaron
Sorkin talked about it a bit, at the
top of one of the WEST WING
scriptbooks. The blank page is the
only critic that can hit you where
you live. In one of the episodes, in
fact, a journalist asks Sam why
writing a major speech is hard, and
Sam says, because it's a blank
piece of paper. It knows all your
secrets. In Sorkin's words, it sits
there and hisses, "I know how you've
been scamming all those people all
these years, GIFTLESS, you wanna
dance with me?"
And we really don't. We stare into
space for hours, running themes and
structures and settings through
our heads. And in my case the blank
page sits there and says, you've
done that. That's old. You've said
that before. And it drives you
mental.
Now, as a writer, I have a certain
voice, because I'm interested in
certain personality types and
certain themes. And I can live with
that. I came with things I want to
talk about, and if you don't like that
there are plenty of other comics to
read. But there are some things
I don't want to propagate. I've
done enough reassessments of old
fictional forms in my longrunning
series. IGNITION CITY was a fun idea,
but I find I don't want to do it as a
monthly series. Because it was JUST
a fun idea, there was very little
thematic meat on its bone beyond
The Death Of Crewed Spaceflight,
the Death Of Wonder and Flash
Gordon running a crooked bar while
Ming The Merciless hides in the woods
and Zarkov does his Tesla routine
and Buck Rogers has been drunk
since he got back from the 25th
Century and blah blah. There's
enough for short graphic novels,
maybe. But it doesn't swing the
big hook.
It's time to stop playing the retro
games and start thinking about
what fiction in the 21st Century
actually means. It's a long century,
and we're just at the start of it,
and there's no way we're going to
define "21st Century fiction" right
off the bat. But I'd rather not end
up as a curiosity of the millennium.
And I don't want to find myself
writing RETRO TAIL-EATING FUNNIES
this time next year, still wrapped
up in the business of tying off the
20th Century.
Entirely a personal choice, of course.
I'll still look with interest at what
others do in that business.
I dunno. I'm also a little sick of
writing things set in America. Ev en
though I don't do "American"
particularly well, I feel like I'm losing
my own vernacular a bit.
Send muses.