Look, there’s not a massive amount to do at the moment. Our social calendars aren’t exactly overflowing, and very few people will experience the consequences of this frustrating predicament more than George R. R. Martin today, thanks to the burgeoning memeification of one of his old blog posts.
Back in 2019, the beloved fantasy novelist pledged to touch down at this year’s World Science Fiction Convention in New Zealand with long-awaited A Song of Ice and Fire instalment The Winds of Winter thoroughly “in hand” – and if he should fail to deliver said book by July 29, 2020? Well, he gave fans of the series formal written permission to imprison him “in a small cabin on White Island, overlooking that lake of sulfuric acid” until he’s done.
Ladies, gentlemen, others …the time is now. We must imprison George R. R. Martin, as per his wishes.
“In the summer of 2020, Wellington is hosting the World Science Fiction Convention, the oldest and most important con in the SF/ fantasy calendar, and they’ve asked me to serve as Toastmaster for the Hugo Awards,” the Game of Thrones author announced last May, adding “As for finishing my book… I fear that New Zealand would distract me entirely too much. Best leave me here in Westeros for the nonce. But I tell you this — if I don’t have THE WINDS OF WINTER in hand when I arrive in New Zealand for worldcon, you have here my formal written permission to imprison me in a small cabin on White Island, overlooking that lake of sulfuric acid, until I’m done. Just so long as the acrid fumes do not screw up my old DOS word processor, I’ll be fine.”