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I am currently printing this out and sticking it on my wall.
EVERYTHING I KNOW ABOUT PLOT IN 1,069
Last night’s phone call from Pete, saying I had a Ditmar made my spidey senses tingle with wrongness and I thought ‘wind-up’.
In the end not quite, but rather drunken confusion from others that ‘nominated’ meant ‘won’. (Not Pete’s fault – he did indeed win a well-deserved Ditmar for Horn). So much laughter and derision this morn – and Cat Sparks
Alisa Krasnostein is the unsleeping powerhouse that is the engine of Twelfth Planet Press. Really, she doesn’t sleep – email her at any hour of the day or night and she’ll reply. Go ahead. Try it. See? Told ya.
TPP has produced some of
Thanks to Jeff VanderMeer for letting me blogsit over at the memory cathedral. Less thanks for leaving me with Evil Monkey, although I understand why no kennel would take him.
This evening I had the weekly write-club session with my writing buddy Peter M. Ball (the man who committed the novella Horn). I went back over the novel, which I’ve not
… one of those reasons may be that, without the dubious protection of our writer tag, the rest of society would lock us up for posts like this, in which we replace psychotic cats with sociopathic bears:
Peter wakes up to find the Spokesbear sitting on his chest, staring him in the face.
Spokesbear: Time to work.
Peter: Fuck off.
Spokesbear: You’re not sick anymore.
… there is Write-Club.
Yes, welcome to the glamorous world of my Friday night, when Peter M Ball and I sit in a selected lounge room, laptops at the ready, more blocks of choclit than one can shake a stick at, and we …
Well, we write. That’s it. We catch up in the first hour and eat dinner, trade gossip, market
Because this needs to get out!
Twelfth Planet Press is doing an awesome thing for 2011.
“Even more awesome than Horn, Siren Beat/Roadkill, Glitter Rose, New Ceres Nights, Sprawl, Robot War Espresso, 2012, Book of Endings,
Peter M. Ball is a Clarion South survivor (i.e. member of the Borg Collective) from 2007. He is the writer responsible for Horn, the novella that ruined fluffy white unicorns for everybody (thankfully!). Its follow-up, Bleed, follows the further misadventures of Miriam Aster as she tries, generally very unsuccessfully, to avoid
Writer Peter M. Ball, author of the notorious Horn and my write-club collaborator, is house-sitting … and cat-sitting … cat-blogging in order to cope. It’s worth a re-post:
Part the first
The Cat: Feed Me!
Peter: There’s food in your bowl.
The Cat: FEED ME!
For ten years ex-cop Miriam Aster has been living with her one big mistake – agreeing to kill three men for the exiled Queen of Faerie. But when an old