Wednesday, August 25, 2010
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, 2010
Late pregnancy Mikalogue
Kit: 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.)
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