Westcountry Weird (the event I did in Exeter with Catriona Ward and Nina Allan) was so much fun, probably because we talked about all the things I like to talk about, including ghosts, the seaside, war, truth, and why you shouldn’t start a book by writing about the weather.
It’s a great feeling when you unexpectedly find yourself on a list of good things. Here’s my short story ‘To The Farm’ (published by On Spec last year) on Ellen Datlow’s list of Honorable Mentions for the Best Horror of the Year.
Being a Nine Worlds Panellist on the subject of the apocalypse leads to depressing thoughts and the realisation that you don’t have the skills to fend off a zombie attack and you’ll be going out in the first wave.
Being a Nine Worlds Panellist on the subject of writing historical fantasy fiction involves learning about dressing wounds with cobwebs, and how difficult it can be to make the readers buy that as a historical fact. If there is such as thing as a historical fact. Which there might not be.
Being a Nine Worlds Panellist on the subject of women in STEM/science fiction involves meeting a bunch of incredibly inspirational people, who in turn have inspired me to think of a new idea for a novel. Thank you, incredible people.
Being a Nine Worlds Panellist on the subject of Utopia is just as depressing as being a panellist on the subject of the apocalypse. Can we have a utopia? Hm. No answers were forthcoming. Not comforting ones that had room for individuality or hope, anyway.
Being a Nine Worlds Panellist is exhausting scary fun. Coffee helped. And sugar.
I can sleep for fourteen hours at a time after a convention and still feel tired.
It was awesome though. As are my grapes, which grew at a frightening rate while I was away. Look: