People that know me know that I have,
what I consider to be, a healthy semi-obsession with George R.R.
Martin and his “A Song of Ice and Fire” series. Watching “Game
of Thrones: on HBO? Martin is the guy who wrote the books on which
the series is based. The first three books in the series are the
best fantasy ever written.
Martin published those first three
books in the space of about four years. Not a bad rate.
Unfortunately, the fourth book took something like five years to
publish and the fifth took another five (plus) years to get to print.
His fans split over the delay and Martin's public relations machine
went on an extended vacation as updates on progress were nearly
non-existent.
His supporters proclaimed that “you
cannot rush art!” His detractors opined that Martin had become
lazy, distracted, and had possibly lost his magic touch. As the
battle in fandom raged, Neil Gaiman came to his defense and famously
told the detractors that “George R.R. Martin is not your bitch!”
Well, I am not George R.R. Martin and
aside from the facts that he has sold many millions more books, is a
better writer of prose, and is the creator of the world for HBO's
flagship series these days, I feel obligated to give my readers,
friends, and fans (my Happy Few), an update.
In short, C.S. Splitter IS your bitch.
