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Truth, I Have Learned, Differs For Everybody. Just As No Two People Ever See A Rainbow In Exactly The Same Place - And Yet Both Most Certainly See It, While The Person Seemingly Standing Right Underneath It Does Not See It At All - So Truth Is A Question Of Where One Stands, And The Direction One Is Looking In At The Time.

Science Fiction Has Its Own History, Its Own Legacy Of What's Been Done, What's Been Superseded, What's So Much Part Of The Furniture It's Practically Part Of The Fabric Now, What's Become No More Than A Joke... And So On. It's Just Plain Foolish, As Well As Comically Arrogant, To Ignore All This, To Fail To Do The Most Basic Research.

I Enjoy It Too Much - Even If I Knew I'd Never Get A Book Published, I Would Still Write. I Enjoy The Experience Of Getting Thoughts And Ideas And Plots And Characters Organised Into This Narrative Framework.

That Was How Divorced From The Human Scale Modern Warfare Had Become. You Could Smash And Destroy From Unthinkable Distances, Obliterate Planets From Beyond Their Own System And Provoke Stars Into Novae From Light-years Off... And Still Have No Good Idea Why You Were Really Fighting.

Even In My Side Of The World, I've Been In Publishing For What, 25 Or 26 Years, And It's Gone From Being A Gentlemen's Club To Being A Few Big Players, And It's Very Corporatised.