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Wednesday, August 25, 2010Gosh
Look at this: I've been shortlisted for a World Fantasy Award. Or rather, In Great Waters has. Isn't that amazing?
Wow. I feel like I should say something articulate about this, but between being astonished and being scheduled for an induction tomorrow (I am, for the benefit of newcomers - hello and welcome - nearly 42 weeks pregnant right now), I fear I might just babble. I'll stick to saying a big thank you to all the people involved in getting me on that shortlist, and good luck to all the other shortlistees! And also, since I've already had one journalist contact me - the excellent Alison Flood of the Guardian - I feel I should mention that to any other journalists that, while I'll try to keep an eye on my e-mail, I might be a bit hard to get the usual amount of copy out of over the next, um, however long it takes to deal with a birth and then a newborn baby. So in the interests of being helpful, a few posts that might be relevant: Why I write made-up beasties, On writing using archaic language, The problems of Secondbookitis, A description of the little demon that I identified while writing the book, The embarrassing truth about what a scatty writer I am, ... and a couple of posts that happened during the process: the time I invited my readers to help me work out what might go wrong with the premise, and the competition where readers got to guess what the book's first sentence might be (and the results here). Thursday, August 05, 2010Late pregnancy MikalogueKit: Mika, honey? Mika: Yawn. What? Kit: We owe some nice people more Mikalogues, you know? Mika: Owes nothing. Mikaness is already greatest gift. World owes Mika. Kit: No, we really do. They donated to charity relief in Haiti and commissioned some Mikalogues. We should get on with them. Mika: But is tired... Kit: Tired? You're not the one carrying around a full-grown person in your stomach! Mika: Mika knows. But is fignant. Kit: Fignant? Do you mean pregnant? Because I know you're not that. You were spayed as a kitten. Mika: We has agreed not to discuss that in interests of forgiveness. But does not mean pregnant. Talkin Mika is figment of Kit's imagination. Kit is pregnant. Is so pregnant is gettin stupid. Kit: Hey! ... Well, actually, yeah, kind of... Mika: So, see? Gettin stupid, imagination slows down. Figment of imagination gets tired. Has less to say. Yawn. Goway, wanna sleep. Kit: But we need to write what we promised! Mika: We will. But is tired. Goway. Kit: Mika? Mika! Mika: Yawn. Whaaaat? Kit: Mika, we have subjects to address. Whether you've been interacting with other cats, and what you think of the baby, and Mika versus poetry! Mika: Bahhh. If do it, will you let sleep? Kit: All right. Mika. Okay. In the garden of Mika the Mighty, There is trespassin cats gettin fighty. Run back home with a thump, Kneads, for comfort, your bump, But you's pregnant. Is tired. Nighty-nighty. (Editor's note: I will, when I get my brain back, try to address the subjects more fully in between babycare. But that could be a while, so I felt I owed everyone some kind of acknowledgement for their generosity at least.) ArchivesJuly 2006 August 2006 September 2006 October 2006 November 2006 December 2006 January 2007 March 2007 May 2007 July 2007 October 2007 December 2007 January 2008 February 2008 March 2008 April 2008 May 2008 June 2008 July 2008 August 2008 September 2008 October 2008 November 2008 December 2008 January 2009 February 2009 March 2009 April 2009 May 2009 July 2009 August 2009 September 2009 October 2009 November 2009 December 2009 January 2010 February 2010 March 2010 April 2010 August 2010 September 2010 November 2010 January 2011 May 2011 June 2011 November 2011 December 2011 January 2012 February 2012 March 2012 April 2012 May 2012 June 2012 July 2012 August 2012 September 2012 October 2012 November 2012 December 2012 January 2013 March 2013 April 2013 May 2013 June 2013 July 2013 August 2013 September 2013 October 2013 March 2014 October 2021 June 2022 October 2024 |
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