We’re two days into 2022 as I sit in my kitchen with a mug of almond latte and some chocolate, typing this. 2022 has decided to roll in with a bang. We’ve got rain coming down in barrels instead of buckets, and the dogs are a pile of raw nerves after a peal of thunder…
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Well, it’s been quite a while since I wrote one of these, isn’t it? My my, where does all this time go while I’m not looking? I thought I’d put an update here, since I’m brewing up a few more projects. First of all, Anike, Koji and I launched The Mythsterhood of the Travelling Tales…
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Announcing an exciting new collaboration project centered around mythology.
So in case you hadn’t noticed, February was Women in Horror Month. We are sorely underrepresented in the genre. We can be so much more than the victim, the scream queen, the set dressing. We are the hero, the badass, the villain. The writer. So in the last month I’ve focused in female authors killing…
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Now, almost ten years later, I’ve rediscovered horror as a written medium, and come to the conclusion that I can enjoy stories both in audio and in text form, and still sleep at night. Who knew?
Since this aha-moment, I’ve been making up for lost time, and binging stuff from the backlists of a number of awesome and swoon-worthy podcasts. One of the first ones I discovered, through sister-pods Escape Pod and Podcastle, was Pseudopod.
Welcome to the INKreadables, season 1, episode 4. This month episode, we discuss a 1974 essay by Ursula K. Le Guin, called Why Americans Are Afraid of Dragons.
One of the earliest non-fiction podcasts I tuned into was The Creative Penn. It was the ever cheerful voice of Joanna Penn that first introduced me to the many and varied opportunities available to indie authors. While I need to be caffeinated before listening to her, to keep her bubbly disposition from aggravating the Mrs.…
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I could never watch a horror film without suffering nightmares for days. Weeks even. Still can’t. And so, for a long time, I thought horror as a genre wasn’t meant for me. But only a few months ago, I discovered that I can listen to horror. I can read it. As long as I don’t…
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As a child, I read all the time. Literally. I remember one Christmas, at my uncle’s house. A book-shaped parcel lay under the tree and I just knew it was meant for me. Asking to open the gifts would only result in a longer wait so I bit my tongue and politely ate a dinner…
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Feel free to skip my enthused babble and scroll straight to the bottom if you just want to listen. If you know me at all, you know I love storytelling. In any form. I love forging new stories. I still can’t believe how much writing has become a part of my daily life and my…
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