Chloe, Clapton and Those Little Green Unmentionables... by Rosalie Warren
How to make a coherent blog post out of my diverse writing-related experiences of the last few weeks - without resorting to a worn-out clich é of the kind favoured by politicians? Well, I'll try. I've just finished draft three (or is i t four ?) o f my sci-fi novel for adults and it's 'resting' (and improving, I hope, in the process...). I found it challenging to write, involving as it did an explor ation of the nature of consciousness, self, identity, cognition, coma, dreams... and the attempt to create a credible world of suitabl y advanced technologies for 2104. All that, plus a woman juggling children, separation, divorce and an academic career. Oh, and I should mention the ethics of artificial intelligence and robotics thrown in. Fun, but not particularly easy to write. Quite a relief to be able to lay it all aside for a few weeks and have a well-earned rest... Except that things never turn out that way. From nowhere, it seems, a new book has popp...