I’m still sick (indeed, I just woke up from a nap and define the word “groggy”), but I wanted to point to this week’s AMC movie column in which I explain just why SF writers sell their movies to Hollywood. This is a bit of a fellow on to last week’s column about why the movie of your favorite book probably stinks. The question is if everyone knows the book isn’t going to survive the translation, why they still offer up the books. If you think the answer is “for the money, DUH,” you get partial credit, but it’s not the only reason. Head over and feel free to comment there, as always.
I’ve spent the last several hours being unspeakably ill, and I expect will continue to be so over the next day, so in lieu of updating today, I declare this an open pimp thread, in which I encourage you to self-promote your own cool blogs and projects, or promote the projects and blogs of people whose work you like and admire. That’s right, share the love, because as we all know, in the end the love you take is equal to the love you make. Note this hypothesis has not been rigorously scientifically examined. But it sure sounds true.
So: What have you got that you want to tell other folks about?
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