Living around a rogue black hole
Interstellar menace or life-giving gardens for space travelers?
Interstellar menace or life-giving gardens for space travelers?
Genre boundaries were put there to sell books in bookstores, not tell you how to write a story
The moralizers wanted to eliminate 'adventure stories' and gave us garbage moralizing with shallow characters instead
What happens when fanboys and bean counters take control of the writer's imagination?