Daniel Hatch

I can’t believe it’s been more than 50 years since I started pounding away at the typewriter in the ship’s office of the the Coast Guard Cutter GALLATIN, writing stories that I sent to Analog (getting nice little notes from Ben Bova about how much he liked my style of writing).

Or that it’s been more than 35 years since I interviewed Ben for the New York Times. A short while after that, Stan Schmidt started buying my stories, putting my name on the cover, and taking me to dinner in New York City.

Thirty stories later, give or take, and here I am. Time slips through your fingers like buckets of sand.

Now I’ve got all these books that didn’t fit into Analog (because you couldn’t chop them up into novellettes and novellas) and all those books that did fit into Analog (because I chopped them up into novellettes and novellas). Books that no one can read, books that no one has ever read. Time to fix that.

And luckily for me and you, the publishing industry has evolved to the point where I can fix that.

So coming soon, to an Internet near you, will be some of those books and some of those stories. You know what they say. “Watch the skies … “