Jeff Vandermeer
Jeff Vandermeer
Jeffrey Scott "Jeff" VanderMeeris an American New York Times Best Selling writer, editor, teacher, and publisher. He has won the Nebula Award, Rhysling Award, British Fantasy Award, BSFA Award, the World Fantasy Award three times, and has been a finalist for the Hugo Award...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionWriter
Date of Birth7 July 1968
CountryUnited States of America
dream consequence
History has shown us all too often the consequences of dreaming poorly or not at all.
fiction film enough
Film fixes a precise visual image in the viewer's head. In fiction, you just hope you're precise enough to convey the intended effect.
writing islands balance
Position yourself to succeed by doing the other things in your life that rejuvenate you. You can create little islands of time away from your novel that will help preserve your balance. Exhaustion will affect both your writing’s quality and your productivity.
forever knows
You could know the what of something forever and never discover the why.
worry might waste
You can either waste time worrying about a death that might not come or concentrate on what’s left to you.
maps way firsts
The map had been the first form of misdirection, for what is a map but a way of emphasizing some things and making other things invisible?
reading past influence
Literary influences are harder for me to point to, because mostly it's a mulch of all of my past reading.
revelations paralysis
What occurs after revelation and paralysis?
world decided
I had learned so much about the world that I had decided to withdraw from it.
book reading writing
I've always wrestled with the difference between plot and structure, and after re-reading a lot of writing books I realized I wasn't alone.
literature world born
It is the nature of the writer to question the validity of his world and yet rely on his senses to describe it. From what other tension can great literature be born?
soul fracture crisis
An inordinate love of ritual can be harmful to the soul, unless, of course, in times of great crisis, when ritual can protect the soul from fracture.
dog eye cities
The city might be savage, stray dogs might share the streets with grimy urchins whose blank eyes reflected the knowledge that they might soon be covered over, blinded forever, by the same two pennies just begged from some gentleman, and no one in the fuming, fulminous boulevards of trade might know who actually ran Ambergris-or, if anyone ran it at all, but, like a renegade clock, it ran on and wound itself heedless, empowered by the insane weight of its own inertia, the weight of its own citizenry.
writing fiction helping
I have to have music as a soundtrack to writing fiction. I listen to it at other times, too, but it helps me write.