Hal Duncan, Columnist
And thus was born Notes from New Sodom.
The aim is for this to be a proper monthly column. (I would have posted this up on the 1st, but thought I'd leave it till after Outer Alliance Pride Day.) It is, as you'd expect, not the shortest column in the world, but we'll see if I can't wean myself off the wordcount over subsequent months. And hey, it doesn't have the parchment backdrop that people keep complaining about as making it hard to read here. (For the record, I kept meaning to lighten up the jpg I use as wallpaper here a shade, but since I switched to the Mac I don't have the image editing software to do it. So unfortunately, yer stuck with it for the moment.)
Anyhoo, I have Grand Plans for where the column's going over the next year or so, in terms of laying out my take on this whole malarkey of genres and communities agglomerated under the rubric of "sf," but you can also expect me to be wandering off that path now and then to waffle about the same sort of random shit you'd expect to find me ranting or raving about here. And no doubt there'll be the odd occasion when Behemouth is let loose to run amok with discourse grenades and gatling guns of opinionation. So, yeah... fun and games, mi amigos. Fun and games.