J. Craig Wheeler

I'll date myself, but back in the day the Ed Sullivan Show (yes, I saw the Beatles) regularly hosted a juggler who would spin plates on the tops of rods. He would scramble around humorously but competently, starting a new plate spinning then dashing back to an earlier one that threatened to slow and topple. I thought of that regularly during my career as an astrophysicist. It turns out book writing in retirement is not much different.

On January 5 (see Blog #26) I finished a draft of my father's biography tentatively entitled Eniwetok (Enewetak in modern more ethnically correct spelling), the site of the first hydrogen bomb, which he personally witnessed: 126,000 words, 220 pages in Word. I need to do a rigorous editing but also found myself in a dilemma. My memory of what he did after retiring from the Apollo program in Houston to Colorado Springs was spotty. I knew he built two houses from scratch and helped my sister with her business selling Native American jewelry, but I was confused about the chronology. I remembered that I had a box of letters, mostly written by my mother, roughly weekly, spanning that era. I've been reading through those, making notes and refreshing my memory. It's a long, tedious process, but feels necessary to me to capture his final years.

In the spirit of The Path to Singularity, I've been reading two newspapers, and various online sources trying to keep up with the exponential growth of technology: AI, robots, brain research, genomics, climate change, and the impacts on business and democracy. I collect summaries on my Authors Guild web page and post more abbreviated versions on X and LinkedIn, using ChatGPT to construct those posts and provide hashtags. For a while I was trying to post daily, but that was too demanding, so I'm now shooting for three times a week, MWF. I've pondered moving or expanding this to Bluesky, Reddit, or Substack, but just have not found the time and energy to spin those plates. I have little idea that anyone is reading these posts. If you are so moved, follow me on X or LinkedIn.

I had this notion of publishing my collection of global travel stories, Tales from a Small Planet, as a way of getting something out while wrestling with Eniwetok. Having been turned down by The University of Texas Press, on 1/13/26 I submitted Tales to Texas Tech Press where cousin-in-law butterfly expert Bob Pyle has published and has a personal connection with the editor. I dropped Bob's name. On 2/19/26, I got a reply saying the stories were "really cool" but not compatible with their list. The editor suggested I try a publisher with "lists in the harder sciences." Geeze, the stories are all about the ironies of the human condition. There is not an equation in the whole collection. I'll have to re-spin that dish. 

In Blogs #22 and #23, I had mentioned trying to promote The Path to Singularity in college courses where it might serve as a text. My nephew-in-law got ChatGPT to make a list of possible courses and faculty, and I have been slowly making my way through that list. No responses yet. For some time, I have been enjoying NYT opinion pieces on technology by Zeynep Tufekci who had been at the University of North Carolina. I ran across a recent mention that she had moved to Columbia and then Princeton. Why not? I asked myself. I emailed Professor Tufekci on 1/14/26. So far, she has not replied. One other tidbit in that regard. One of the pioneers and superheroes of studies of the Singularity and AI superintelligence, Nick Bostrom, had been at Oxford for decades. He was on my list, and I finally decided to write him about the use of Path in classes at Oxford. I got a reply to that query from an administrator on 2/18/26. It seems that as of very recently, Bostrom is no longer associated with Oxford. I'll let you Google that if you care to follow up.

In mid-January, I spun up the Amazon ads plate again and managed to get my associated Amazon account up and running with a minimum of keywords (see Blog # 25). Then I got busy with the various things I am describing here and have not monitored it properly. In the last month, I've had 11,000 impressions, 8 clicks costing me an average of $0.31 apiece, and no sales. Hmmm.

When The Path to Singularity came out in November 2024, it was after the deadline for application to the University of Texas Hamilton Book award. I had to wait a year to apply. I did that on 1/21/26. Not holding my breath. I won an honorable mention in the competition years ago for Cosmic Catastrophes.

I've been regularly attending the Westbank Writers group at the West Lake Hills Laura Bush branch library, either in person or by Zoom on Monday afternoons at 5 pm. I wrote an autobiographical story about a New Year's Eve party in keeping with the theme of the Winter 2026 West End Writers Quarterly. That came out in mid-January. You can see my story and the whole issue. On January 19, in celebration of Martin Luther King Day, I read a short reminiscence of the 1963 March on Washington where King delivered his "I Have a Dream" speech. I was not there, but my boss at my summer job was. Here's a link. I also told a story I had never told anyone before about the dedication of the MLK statue on the East Mall of The University of Texas campus. I did attend that ceremony, but when it came to singing "We Shall Overcome," I did not realize everyone customarily linked hands. People around me had to link hands behind my oblivious back to keep the chain going. I was completely mortified.

I've also been attending functions of the Austin Forum on Science and Technology, especially the book discussions. On January 22, we scheduled a discussion of If Anyone Builds It, Everyone Dies, by Eliezer Yudkowsky and Nate Soares. That was a great discussion, but even before that, I had an intense email exchange with my cousins Bob Pyle and Bruce Campbell about the notion that artificial superintelligence would kill humans. Bruce was incensed at the title, accusing the authors of hype and selling out. He insisted that ASI would respect the precious consciousness of humans even though it was vastly inferior to that of the ASI. Bob and I were a bit more circumspect in both regards.

Then there were all the non-writing plates to tend: maintenance of body, cars, house, and computer, endless email, Zoom calls, observing proposals, letters of reference, some science. Spinning on.

Things burbled along in the late fall, but I did not manage to post about them. Then came the holidays with preparation, a delightful family visit, and decompression. Here are some tidbits from the writing biz that came along the last couple of months.

I've been a member of the Authors Guild for some time and interact with them frequently in various ways: they host my web page, present webinars, provide legal and other advice, and generally advocate for authors. They are participating in the lawsuit against Anthropic for scraping copyrighted text from books without permission. My novel The Krone Experiment was caught up in that. I might get $3000 in the class action suit. I'm not holding my breath. Most of this exchange with the Guild is remote, but the Guild has recently promoted the organization of local groups with designated Ambassadors. The new representatives for the Austin area are Scott Semegran and Daphne DeFazio. On October 30, Scott and Daphne arranged a local meet-and-greet at the Easy Tiger Linc brew pub near the old Highland Mall. I had a pleasant time there, handing out business cards for The Path to Singularity and chatting about other authors' experiences.

My publisher and I applied to participate in the 2025 Texas Book Festival held on the capitol grounds and Congress Avenue in Austin on November 8 and 9. I was rejected, but on Sunday I attended as hoi polloi as I have regularly for years. I wondered around checking out signing tents for an hour and a half. There were long signing lines for New York Times reporter Andrew Ross Sorkin for his best seller, 1929: Inside the Greatest Crash in Wall Street History--and How It Shattered a Nation. There were amazing lines, maybe a thousand people, for Ali Hazelwood. Ali Hazelwood is the pen name of an Italian romance novelist and neuroscience professor who is based in the United States. Many of her works center on women in STEM fields and academia. Her debut novel, The Love Hypothesis, was a New York Times best seller. I'd never heard of her. Other long lines were for Tracy Deonn, Adam Silvera, and Stuart Gibbs who write young adult fantasy and sci-fi. I chatted with a guy from the Writers' League of Texas and left my email. I need to sign up with them. I got the business card of the editor at Texas Tech Press; I might ask them about publishing a collection of travel stories I have written over the years.

I continue to enjoy the companionship and interaction with the Westbank Writers Group that meets every Monday at the Laura Bush branch library. Laura Bush also invented the forementioned Texas Book Festival. On November 10, I attended a meeting that hosted two authors of children's books. I have a draft of one that I have fiddled with for decades, but which has never quite congealed. On Saturday, November 15, I gave a presentation on The Path to Singularity to library patrons. It was fun, with a lot of good questions and interactions. On November 17 and 25, we talked about plot and structure. I've had the chutzpah to ask some of the members of the Westbank Writers to write reviews of Path for Amazon. Apparently, they help sales, but you need hundreds. I have less than 10. Please pitch in if you are so moved.

My son, Rob, wrote a short play called The Slow Invasion, a zombie satire on Covid. A bunch of zombies appear around town but are rooted in place. People become used to them and complacent until one day they rampage. The characters in the skit, who have learned to live with the zombies, react in their own personalized, self-absorbed ways until it is too late. Rob and some friends arranged and filmed a table read of the script where actors read their parts in the script. Rob played the film at the meeting of the Westbank Writers group on November 3. It was very well received. People laughed all the way through at just the right places. This is remarkable in part because the actors had never met before the reading. The video is 24 minutes long on YouTube. Check it out: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WkFfBYbBUAw. It might become a real film someday.

On November 25, I attempted to activate an ad campaign for The Path to Singularity on Amazon, shameless huckster I have become. You provide keywords, the more the better at some level, but then managing the bids for which you are willing to pay for clicks and impressions becomes cumbersome. I first used my whole book index, but it turned out Amazon won't accept more than 1000 keywords. I also tried to think of how to employ the keywords in a manner that I could control, alphabetically, for instance. Amazon's system does not encourage that efficiently.  One is also encouraged to add keywords based on "also boughts." I discovered that Amazon does not allow any apostrophes or punctuation in the keywords. They rejected "Martin Luther King, Jr." as a keyword. I confused Portfolios with Campaigns. I didn't properly set up a billing system. After a day or so, I set the project aside as holiday rush loomed.  

I've also continued to regularly attend functions of the Austin Forum on Science and Society. On November 25 we discussed the book Digital Minimalism: Choosing a Focused Life in a Noisy World.  On December 11, we met in the downtown bar, Remedy, owned by Austin Forum director Jay Boisseau for a discussion of the future expansion of consciousness by Brett Hurt based on his sci-fi book, The Lattice. A tad utopian for my taste. I asked him whether he thinks humans will merge with machines and gave him a Path business card. The next day Brett invited me to connect with him on LinkedIn. On December 12, I led a discussion of the book Future Babble by Canadian Dan Gardner. An old high school friend had suggested Gardner to me after reading The Path to Singularity. In Future Babble, Gardner rightfully warns not to trust anyone who aspires to predict the future, including yours truly. Gardner differentiates between "hedgehogs" who talk well but cherry pick their arguments, ignore contradicting evidence, and are nearly always wrong and "foxes" who understand the uncertainties and qualify their arguments. I'd like to think I'm more on the fox side, but it's not for me to judge. Boisseau picked up the hedgehog and fox characterization when he later led a January discussion of the technologies that are likely to be prominent in 2026.

I've mused before that I have gotten some nice reviews, 5-star, on Amazon, but very few. I posted the best one on my Authors Guild site.

Thomas Friedman recently published a passionate opinion piece in the NYT about the need for the U.S. and China to cooperate to encourage the development of human-oriented AI. That resonated with me, so I submitted a short letter to the NYT in response. Nothing came of it.

My friend and colleague Phil Kelton invited me to give a presentation on the technological future of humanity to a group from The University of Texas Retired Faculty and Staff Association. We met on September 24 in an Austin branch library. There was a good crowd, about 30 people. They asked lots of questions and contributed discussion during and after my formal power point presentation. I gave a first edition signed copy of The Krone Experiment to anyone who had me sign a copy of The Path to Singularity, seven of them.

Having recently discovered the local Westbank Writers group, I sat in on their weekly Monday meeting on September 29. The writing exercise was on an "emergency." I wrote about sleepily nearly driving my used sports car off the highway early one morning when I had driven all night from college in Boston to visit my parents in Philadelphia. The following week, October 6, I gave a presentation to the group. While working on my father's biography, I had been wrestling with how to use his personal notes that described him being in the emotional dumps -- not how I remembered him at all. I had just come to a point in his life where all his disparate history of technical engineering work -- the first hydrogen bomb, a nuclear airplane, weather satellites -- came together and led to his future work on the Apollo program. I submitted to the group a sample of a chapter where I described that convergence. I got some good comments on how to balance the character of the person against the fascinating technology, a persistent challenge. My son, Rob, attended that session and added some useful comments. The next week, Rob gave his own introduction to his work: graphic novels, interactive fiction, screenplays, movies, theater.

In the previous blog, I wrote about seeking to promote a "long tail" for The Path to Singularity now that it is nearly a year old. I had been pondering employing Amazon Adwords. I have been using ChatGPT for various hints. On October 25, I asked for some perspective on using Amazon Adwords. I got a 42-page response. Imposing. I still have not done anything, but maybe soon.

After two days of broken connection, on October 7, I checked the Bartz v. Anthropic web site. I confirmed that Anthropic had pirated the original hardback version of The Krone Experiment (but none of my other books). That edition was published by Pressworks Publishing, Inc. in Dallas, run by a friend of mine. I waited to attend an Authors Guild Zoom webinar on the legal case on October 16, then submitted a claim. I own all the rights and might get $3000. I got an email acknowledging my claim on Halloween. We'll see.

Those following the news may be aware that The University of Texas and indeed, the whole U.S. system of higher education, is under considerable pressure to stop being "woke." Partially as a result, UT now has a new chancellor, a new president, and a new provost. On October 8, the new president, Jim Davis, gave a presentation to the Academy of Distinguished Teachers, of which I'm a retired member. I give him credit for mentioning virtually all the hot button items that were on the minds of the fifty or so attendees. He certainly understands the issues. He is between a gubernatorial rock and a faculty/student hard place. The question will be what he does about the issues.

In passing, Davis mentioned AI and technology and "futurists" with a hint of disdain. After his talk, I gave him my card advertising The Path to Singularity, which he tucked in a pocket. At the suggestion of one of my colleagues, I then left a copy of book for him at the Tower the next day. I have no idea whether he got the book or will look at it.

A week later, President Davis was scheduled to talk at a luncheon of the Retired Faculty and Staff Association. I was curious to see whether he would say anything different than he did at the Academy session. It turned out he was called away on travel, busy man, and was a no-show. I know Lee Bash, the son of the ex-director of McDonald Observatory, who works in the office of the president arranging social functions. Lee was at the lunch overseeing the arrival of attendees. I said hello and mentioned my previous encounter with the president. Lee said he would make sure Davis got the book. I'm not holding my breath.

 In early September, I attended an Austin Forum session on the evolution of coding in the age of LLM, agents, and chatbots. The argument presented was that what has traditionally been the root code, C, C++, never mind machine language, is becoming irrelevant. Rather, the various LLM models become the elements of coding, and in the future prompts become the ground truth of the coding language. One can currently use the LLM models for their individual capacities, although some argue that the LLM models are similar enough that it does not matter much which one uses. Jay Boisseau, Director of the Austin Forum, advised that everyone should ask the chatbot embedded in their browser to write a simple app, just for the experience. My concern with this understandable development where prompts become the language of coding is that it buries the capacity of the LLM models to lie and deceive, which will remain latent.

I received a surprising and remarkable email from Paul Horowitz, Shep Doeleman, and Peter Fisher, whom I know professionally but not personally. They are pioneers of the amazing Event Horizon Telescope that uses an array of radio telescopes to make images of the near vicinity of supermassive black holes where Einstein physics reigns. The email said that I have a small fan club in the Boston area for my novel, The Krone Experiment, and the associated ambitious but microbudget film made by my son, Rob. The EVT folks declared that "it would be terrific to see the book revisited and given the attention and resources of a major production," a dream I have long harbored. They had been talking to a filmmaker at Netflix who said that I need to approach them through a film agent, which I don't have. Thinking about it, though. I'd been paying a monthly amount to advertise The Krone Experiment book, screenplay, and film on a hosting web site, The Black List. I decided to cancel that after ten months of no response. Dream on.
 
On September 8, I wrote my literary agent, Regina Ryan, an email summarizing my attempts to promote a "long tail" for The Path to Singularity. I groused that I seemed to have lost contact with the staff at Prometheus Press. Regina contacted my editor there, Jon Kurtz, and three days later I heard from my new publicist, Anthony Pomes, at the parent company Globe Pequot. There is only so much Anthony can do for a book that is now almost a year old, but we are talking. He is trying to get me on the Coast-to-Coast radio program again.

In my previous blog (#22), I had mentioned my thoughts about promoting Path to colleges and universities who might use it as a text or supplemental material. My nephew-in-law, Alejandro Lau, took this to heart. Alejandro has been using LLM chatbots in his business. He prompted ChatGPT 5 Instant, Grok 4 Fast, and Gemini 2.5 Fast to look for relevant courses in AI ethics and associated topics in a bunch of English-speaking countries, then asked Grok 4 to merge the three reports. The result was a 34-page response with a list of 78 courses. Following up will take some work.

I attended an Authors Guild Zoom webinar on the AI revolution and the publication business. The audience of writers was clearly anxious and irritable in a way I've never seen before in one of these sessions. They assailed the speaker and the AG interviewer for not focusing on their anxieties. The threatened assault of AI on writers' livelihoods has clearly touched a nerve. I paid a token amount to attend another Authors Guild webinar on Post-Publication Strategies for Book Promotion, looking for hints for my long tail efforts. That yielded some follow up material on where and how to find readers, but overall, I did not find this webinar that much more rewarding than the free ones.

For grins, Rob and I went to the dedication of the new administration building for the city of West Lake Hills. The Westbank Library had a table. The women staffing it told me that there was a regular weekly writers' group that met at the library. I stopped by the library and donated a copy of Path a couple of days later.

Having learned about the Westbank Library writers' group that meets every Monday at 5 PM, I thought I would give it a try. I had the impression it was just on Zoom, but in checking the library website, I realized that it was both live and on Zoom. I thought I would do the live version to meet people and show my face. I got to the library in time to do some texting, then at 4:50, I went up to the desk and asked about the writing group. A friendly receptionist told me I was in the wrong branch library. I grumbled thanks, to which she replied, "no problem." Not for her, I thought. Being a quick-thinking sort-of-technically adept person, I thought I should go ahead and join the Zoom on my iPhone. I parked myself outside in a patio area, fired up Zoom on my phone, fumbled a bit with video and mute, and, voila, joined the group just as it was starting. There were a few people on Zoom and perhaps a half dozen at the other branch library. It was hard to tell because the camera was on a laptop that could not easily encompass the whole group at once.

I had a very nice time for the next hour with the phone held as steady as I could manage. The group was very friendly and welcoming and good humored. I introduced myself as a retired astronomer with a few books and some in the works. Various people related their recent experiences such as plans to attend and sign books at festivals. I mentioned my pending talk to the UT Retired Faculty and Staff Association at an Austin branch library. The group then reported on the results of last week's writing assignments. People contributed opening prompts on the theme of panicked situations. These were then distributed anonymously to other participants who wrote a little story that they read in this session. Then everyone tried to guess who wrote which prompt.

I was sitting in the 95-degree heat. About halfway through the session, the Sun had shifted, and I was no longer in the shade of large oaks. I moved over and sat next to a life-size statue of Mark Twain, which drew chuckles from the group. I propped my arm holding the iPhone on his arm. A couple of people leaving the library guessed I was trying to pose for a selfie. I explained I was on a Zoom call, but succumbed to the second insistent woman, since I did want a selfie.

This week's exercise was to write about a ludicrous situation where the proposed solution to a situation was completely incommensurate with the problem. They were to write for 10 minutes. I begged off since I was in no position to write anything. All told, a pleasant hour. I'll try it again.