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September 5, 2012

True Confessions Of A Writer…

There–bet that title got you all interested!


And no, it’s nothing to do with posting anonymous comments deriding other writers and their work. (No matter the megrims of the writing life, it’s also way too short.)


Or anything at all to do with 50 Shades of Anything Vaguely Erotica… Read Thornspell have you, or The Heir of Night? ‘Nuff said then and moving right along!


"Why YA"; via ChCh City Libraries


No, what this is about is a confession elicited from me in conversation immediately after my “Why...

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Published on September 05, 2012 11:30

September 4, 2012

Congratulations, SF Signal!

John DeNardo with SF Signal's Hugo Award; photo via Tor.com


For those who may not already know, last weekend was Chicon 7, the 70th World Science Fiction Fantasy Convention, a major feature of which was the Hugo Award Ceremony.


And this year, SF Signal won the Hugo Award for Best Fanzine.


Needless to say I am absolutely delighted—and also very proud to be an occasional SF Signal contributor.


Given the consistency and quality of SF Signal’s content, I feel this award is very well deserved, and wou...

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Published on September 04, 2012 11:30

September 3, 2012

Tuesday Poem: “Abandoned Geography” by Sugu Pillay

ABANDONED GEOGRAPHY


she’s been in this silence for a long time

too many journeys to nowhere

her body her only home


the absence continues

lingers in every doorway

every footpath


the nor’wester whizzes through

all the gaps left unwritten on the body

of the aching land


released from the contested space

of re-arrivals she stands


both asleep and awake

no longer dreaming


only a trace of a woman

in abandoned geography


.


© Sugu, Pillay

Published in Flaubert’s Drum (Interactive Press) 2012


Reproduced here with permissio...

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Published on September 03, 2012 11:30

September 2, 2012

It’s Official…

I’m a writer! Or so the tag says. :)


I very much enjoyed my day at the Christchurch Writers Festival yesterday, starting the day in my “Why YA” panel with John Boyne and Jane Higgins, doing the Margaret Mahy Memorial Reading of “The Man Whose Mother was A Pirate” later in the day and attending the grand finale session with 5 grand New Zealand poets: Riemke Ensing, Bernadette Hall, Cilla McQueen, Harry Ricketts, and Ian Wedde. A long but great day for a writer—or so the tag says. ;-)


To find out mo...

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Published on September 02, 2012 11:30

September 1, 2012

I Interview Juliet Marillier on the Supernatural Underground—Plus “Shadowfell” / “The Heir of Night” Giveaway

The 1st of the month is my regular guest post day on the Supernatural Underground—and for September 2012 I am delighted to be interviewing Juliet Marillier specifically on her new YA novel, Shadowfell, which is released in North America this month.


In particular, Juliet and I discuss the more romantic aspects of Shadowfell and the new focus on romantic elements in both Fantasy generally and YA Fantasy in particular—or is it so new?


To celebrate the release of Shadowfell, the recent success of T...

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Published on September 01, 2012 11:30

August 31, 2012

The First Day if Spring & What’s Coming Up…

Daffodil array


Today is 1 September–& that means it is the first day of spring here in New Zealand, and I must admit it’s feeling like it with daffodils, forsythia and wattle all busitn’ out all over and adding their different shadings of yellow to my garden, together with hellebores still doing their winter rose thing and magnolia stellata adding a more refined touch of pearl-shell and blush to the general exuberance.


Forsythia


So here’s a few photos to ‘go with’ the post & share the colour. :)


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Published on August 31, 2012 17:56

August 30, 2012

Festival Poetry Launches & Interactive Publications’ Tour

The Christchurch Writers’ Festival began yesterday but unfortunately I was not able to get along—& sadly, one event I missed that I really wanted to attend was the launch of the two latest poetry collections from Australia’s Interactive Press: Karen Zelas’s Night’s Glass Table & Sugu Pillay’s Flaubert’s Drum.


Night’s Glass Table was the winner ofInteractive Publications 2012 IP Picks Best First Book competition; Flaubert’s Drum was Highly Commended in the same competition.


The exciting news tho...

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Published on August 30, 2012 11:30

August 29, 2012

Why YA? My Christchurch Writers’ Festival 2012 Event

John Boyne
Jane Higgins
Helen Lowe






.L-R: John Boyne, Jane Higgins, Helen Lowe


Why YA?

YA – young adult – is a comparatively recent literary genre.


Once readers moved straight from children’s to adult novels but now there is a rich variety of fiction for teenagers. Is there a genuine and valid divide between juvenile and adult writing or is YA nothing more than a marketing phenomenon? Are there different types of YA fiction? What trends can be discerned in writing for this pivotal, impressionable and techno-savvy age group? Th...

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Published on August 29, 2012 11:30

August 28, 2012

“Fun With Friends” on SF SIgnal — An Interview with Tim Jones

Today SF Signal have posted the third interview in my “Fun With Friends” series in which I interview fellow SFF authors from Australia and New Zealand, with 5 questions focusing on “who they are” and “what they do” in writing terms.


This interview is with friend and fellow NZ speculative fiction author, Tim Jones, right Here.


Please do click through to take a look—and consider leaving a comment to support Tim and the series. ;-)

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Published on August 28, 2012 11:30

August 27, 2012

Tuesday Poem: “Christchurch Gothic” by David Eggleton

Christchurch Gothic


Summer’s Avon spelt the names of atua in green,

and through trees sun shafts dug at dappled lawns,

as if to unearth a circuit-board of worm-holes,

the universe beneath the labyrinth,

the silent presence of mountain shingle

across the curve of the island’s waist.


Teen racers hummed like bees in a hive,

and late autumn was the harlequin

hurrying past them down Bealey Ave,

towards the rusted, busted, midnight hour,

its sword-and-sorcery pageant of flashing sabres,

its chorus lines of bla...

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Published on August 27, 2012 11:30