Last night, while I was already sipping bubbly things at the annual office Christmas party — I got an e-mail with this beautiful gem of a screen cap:
Yup, it’s true. My strange, little novel has found a home with Tor, and I just couldn’t be happier!
I’m not sure if my summer reads are what most people consider summer reads. I tend not to choose the easy breezy ones — although I often like them when I do. This year’s load of novels is no exception, though, and I’ve gleefully read about about darkness and mayhem through hot, sunny days. Sunscreen and monsters are excellent companions.
These are the ones I liked the most:
Rereading this one — am looking forward to feeling slightly insane for a while.
A few months ago, I was i Leipzig.
This is what I found:
Cthulhu on the hotel room floor.
From I was nine to nineteen, I lived on the wooden half of a former island studded with ancient burial mounds. It’s not hard to see why the place has always been inhabited: the soil is rich, there was game in the woods, fresh water and easy access to the sea.
As kids, we didn’t pay much attention to the mounds – we knew what they were, of course, but they were also excellent castles or houses when needed be, especially since the grave robbers of yore had left shallow pits in some of them, digging in to search for gold. To us, these pits became separate rooms and chambers in our woodland castles.
Those were strange times. I did see funny things in those woods, but in hindsight it’s hard to tell what was my very active imagination (already then stuck on dark themes and fairy tales), and what was actually there. Or what came first: the imagination or the fuel. Did those woods hatch my inner horror writer, or did my inner horror writer paint the woods in a dark palette?
O loved ones who live in distant times to come
and who now speaks to my soul,
will often be in your company:
will be revived when you read a poem.
Sometimes an odd bird flies into a royal cage. Elisabeth of Bavaria, “Sisi”, (1837 – 1898) was one of them. Strange and out of place, she spent much of her life battling mental illness and a sense of solitude. Although her struggles are well known today, she still she is revered as the ultimate fairy tale princess: beautiful, mysterious and tragic.
This week, I was in Vienna.
This is what I saw:
Everything is big in Vienna
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