<![CDATA[NOAH LEMELSON - Blog]]>Mon, 09 Mar 2026 21:09:14 -0700Weebly<![CDATA[July 20th, 2021]]>Tue, 20 Jul 2021 23:51:48 GMThttps://www.noahlemelson.com/blog/july-20th-2021Today's the big day! The Sightless City has been released to the whole world. 

I'm so excited that my book is now a real, true, actual novel! For so long it's just been an idea, and then an overly long document that slowed my old mac. But now its real, and you can buy it and touch it and put it on your shelf. 

I'm so lucky to have the support of my friends and family, as well as my fellow writers and my fellow students at CalArts. I won't go into a full thank you here, but there's a ton of people who have helped me out.

As for now, check it out! You can buy The Sightless City on Tinyfox.com or Amazon. Links below!
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]]><![CDATA[Publishers Weekly Review]]>Tue, 08 Jun 2021 04:35:22 GMThttps://www.noahlemelson.com/blog/publishers-weekly-reviewI realize I haven't update this recently, but I have big news!

My novel (The Sightless City) was just reviewed in Publishers Weekly! Check it out HERE

Also, I realize I never announced that The Sightless City received a First Place Award at the OZMA Book Awards for Science Fiction and Fantasy!
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]]><![CDATA[My Novel Is A Finalist!]]>Thu, 30 Jul 2020 01:11:36 GMThttps://www.noahlemelson.com/blog/my-novel-is-a-finalist​I’m thrilled to announce that my upcoming book, The Sightless City, is a finalist for the OZMA Book Awards for Fantasy Fiction 2019! 

Find out more here:
https://www.chantireviews.com/2020/06/25/the-finalists-for-the-ozma-book-awards-for-fantasy-fiction-a-division-of-the-2019-cibas/

The Sightless City is still in the process of publication and should be available in later 2021. Check up here for more information! 
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]]><![CDATA[Strange Times]]>Fri, 03 Apr 2020 05:02:55 GMThttps://www.noahlemelson.com/blog/april-02nd-2020I realize I haven't posted in a good while. In the liminal space I find my career at, perhaps that's natural, or perhaps I'm busy, or perhaps any number of excuses. 
It's a strange time at the moment. Well that's being kind, it's a pretty awful time. If you are an american, then its been a good long while since we've had a disaster quite like this, something national and long-term, not just scary, but immediate. We are all affected by the coronavirus pandemic, and none of us truly know what will happen next.
So what do I have to post? Just a game, just a silly thing on twine. But I think they're value in silly things, particularly in unsilly times. Enjoy it if you want, that's certainly my hope, but whatever happens, take care of yourself. ]]><![CDATA[The Tower of Starlight]]>Sun, 11 Aug 2019 05:30:56 GMThttps://www.noahlemelson.com/blog/the-tower-of-starlightStarlight is, like many student games, unfinished, ideas tossed and stitched together in a desperate last-minute attempt to get something working. In that sense, its tower could be seen like that of Babels. This is no criticism in the slightest of our hardworking programmer, quite the opposite. They put an idea into flesh and blood on a program that was new to them, and made manifest ideas that were far too ambitious for the small team. That the program runs at all is a testament to their skill and determination, in spite of the foolhardy ambition of me and other more hands-off designers.
Still, there is something there, even in its embryonic form. Starlight was an attempt to make loss into a physical form, something to be climbed and overcome, but never discarded. As a young man who had suffered only the expected tragedies that come with any life, it was hubris certainly to attempt to make such a statement, and I can't claim I fully succeeded. Still, there was something magical about walking through a tower built from ideas I contributed to, to see ideas on the page becomes something a bit more tangible, to interact with entities built from collaboration on ideas we were all excited to try to explore. Hubris is merely the overextension of ambition, and though it can be blinding, and occasionally foolish, without striving in its direction we, and I mean the universal WE, would never have gotten anything done.
So build that Tower of Babel. It may fall, but in its tragedy we get the wonder of human language. And perhaps, that is worth more than what was lost.]]><![CDATA[Alien]]>Mon, 03 Dec 2018 05:50:12 GMThttps://www.noahlemelson.com/blog/alienI love Ridley Scott's Alien (and Aliens for that matter. I pretend the rest of the series doesn't exist). The xenomorph itself is one the most fascinating of all movie monsters, but what I love about it, is that despite how alien it can seem, it's disturbing lifestyle is not alien at all. We have chestbursting xenomorphs here on earth, we just call them wasps. They (at least the parasitoidic variety) lead a lifestyle so horrific that they helped push Charles Darwin to agnosticism. "I cannot persuade myself that a beneficent & omnipotent God would have designedly created the Ichneumonidæ with the express intention of their feeding within the living bodies of caterpillars..."
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Wasps are not alone, during my biology undergraduate education I learned that the harshness of natural selection is not limited to predation. Parenting can be just as brutal as any hunt. Sibling competes against siblings, parents and offspring have divergent strategies on breastfeeding, and mothers may devour their offspring when conditions are bad. Where am I going with this? Well I just published a new flash fiction piece. So read it if you get a chance, and thank your mother the next time you get the chance, for not devouring you when the house flooded in order to regain her investment of calories.]]><![CDATA[Mutations]]>Fri, 02 Nov 2018 23:53:20 GMThttps://www.noahlemelson.com/blog/mutationsMutation has a bad rap. Sensibly so, I suppose, it is, you know, often fatal. Outside of the X-men you don't hear many good things about mutations.
Unless, of course, you read up on evolutionary theory. Random mutation is the engine that makes change possible. 

Why am I rambling about this? Well, my recent story *cough* (http://www.allegoryezine.com/stories/fiction/a_sheep_in_his_clothing) *cough* is very much a product of such mutations.

​Point of view changed, setting changed, the very nature of reality changed from story pitch to mutated pages. And like any part of life, it will still change. Writers often work on the same ideas, the same characters over years, stories books. I don't think this is the last time we will see the colorful man or the pale woman. Though it what form and what name? God if I know.

]]><![CDATA[Launch]]>Mon, 29 Oct 2018 19:13:24 GMThttps://www.noahlemelson.com/blog/october-29th-2018There's something strange about launching a website. The internet is still fresh into the history of humanity, a utter speck in any larger framework of time, and yet to even a generation past it would seem like something out of a science fiction story, a strange one at that. I guess that's how time works, the impossible, the surreal, becomes mundane. Though I recently graduated from the 18-24 year old male demographic (the age part at least) that drives the wheels of Hollywood and such, I'm still very much one of the young-uns to whom the internet is as mundane and expected as a side street-light (which was, in it's time, a sign of a strange and unknowable future).

Oh, this is probably supposed to be about me.

Well, I'm a writer. Currently working on a novel, of which more news should hopefully be gracing this blog at some point in the future. In the meanwhile I have a few short pieces of fiction publish online, with more to come. My love in fiction bounces between the realms of unreality, from fantasy to science fiction to surrealism, magical realism and all varieties of strange and different. 

As for my personal life, I eat, sleep, produce large quantities of ATP, and write. I do other things as well, but those are for future blog post. 

Until then, welcome!]]>