O what is rounder than a ring?

rushthatspeaks  asks five questions:

1. Listened to any good music lately?

O my heavens, that last evening at Pinewoods, looking out at moonrise on the water.  It was just past full, a deep apricot, a little squashed, and writing stories on the lake in swift sure brushwork.  We were singing in the dark.  Snatches of ballads, that kindled and caught, that cast long wakes on the darkness.  There were great great voices on that porch, and small quavery ones, all singing as one.  What mattered was harmony.

2. If someone gave you the opportunity to direct one of Shakespeare's plays, which one would you want to direct?

My inner Quince is pleading for A Midsummer Night’s Dream.  This time, we rude mechanicals will be perfect, I swear.  Our audience will be wheeled away, weeping uncontrollably.  The fairies will be feral and transcendent; the Athenians, bewildered and bothered and bewitched.  The verse will be spoken as a native tongue. 
 
And I will do it when the Fox is exactly the right age to be enchanted.

Next!

3. Unicorns or mermaids?

Dryads.

4. Did you consider staying in the U.K. after finishing school there?

No, sadly, I was called back.  I hadn’t yet realized that my life was my own.  I wouldn’t for the longest time.

5. Did you always have your color scheme, or did it become apparent over time, or start at any particular point?

Strangely, I wasn’t always bluegreen.  I always did like jewel tones.  In high school, I had a white-splashed amethyst mini dress with balloon sleeves bigger than the skirt; in college, a crimson tunic worn over an outrageous fuchsia plaid maxi-skirt.  At Cambridge, I did a lot of slatey blues and soft earth browns.  I found a dress there—long outgrown, alas—made from antique paisley shawls, all rust reds and and slate blues, like hidden rivulets in bracken.  And then the waters rose and drowned the earth.  Now that I think of it, the metamorphosis began when I started writing fantasy.  I found that the colors I chose were always bluegreens:  my own band of the spectrum, running from teal and peacock into true blues, edging into blueviolet.

Last Boskone, I got a hall costume ribbon for Most Nine-ish Nine.

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