So you might have wondered why I’ve gone silent over the past few weeks. There were meant to be book reviews and everything!
That’s because there are big things going on in the world of Inkings and Inklings…
And because Inkings and Inklings is soon to be no more.
Or, at least, not as it is known now.
If you’ve seen some of the tweets going out lately, you’ll notice that there have been some mentions of my new #bigproject – House of Blog.
And that means that as of today, Inkings and Inklings has a new home!
The House of Blog is a place for all blogs to meet, and so this one and my other blog – The Fashion Lover – are being absorbed. House of Blog is a lot of work with big plans in place, and I couldn’t dedicate the time I would need to providing quality content for 3 separate blogs.
It is with sadness that I say farewell to Inkings and Inklings…
But with excitement that I welcome my new project!
Head over to the House of Blog now and join the House.
At seven p.m. on Friday August 9th, I died. And then I went to Hell with Christopher Eccleston (who you might remember used to be Doctor Who) and fellow GHB-er, Tamsyn Murray. Hell, I discovered, is very dark and shaky, and it tastes of lemon sherbert sweets. It’s hot too, but you knew that already.
I promise you that I’m not hallucinating. This is all true. Tamsyn and I were very privileged to be among a select group of writers and publishers invited to a private theatrical event at the Roundhouse in Camden Town. It was shrouded in secrecy, so we had no idea what to expect until we got there. All we knew was that it had something to do with books and that it was going to be dark and claustrophic…
There were five people in my group, including the author Sarah Waters (who wrote the Victorian novel…
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We all like a fun workout, right? Well, I thought about going to the gym yesterday, but then I realized I had about two full seasons of Supernatural to catch up on before the season eight finale. And erm…priorities.
So I decided to try to get the best of both worlds, and I created the Supernatural marathon workout game!
Beware, there might be some spoilers nestled in here.
Here’s the sitch. It works pretty much like a drinking game, but you know, without the booze and with a lot more exercising. There are plenty of fun things I love about Supernatural. The Impala. The meta. The Sam.
There are also a lot of things that reappear fairly often. Like…the Impala. And motel rooms. Angels. Demons. And erm, death. So I made up a little program of exercises to do! Amanda Byrne suggested that I share it with you, so for…
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Welcome to Sunday, My Prints Will Come!
Sundays are for writers around these parts, and today I want to open up a big can of…worms.
Were there ever actually cans of worms? Could you legitimately go to a fishing tackle store and buy a can of worms? Questions, questions.
A couple days ago, I read this post by Chuck Wendig over at Terrible Minds, and I also spent a rather significant amount of time scrolling through comments. The basic post is a reaction to the idea that you can’t teach writing. There was a lot of discussion in the comments about the nature of talent and creativity, and whether those things are indeed brought about by nature, or whether they can be nurtured into someone.
In the past, I’ve heard a few different theories on the matter. So here they are. Enjoy.
This is the theory that you squiggle…
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Literature, like any form of art, is interpreted subjectively. That’s what makes it so fun to talk about, and that’s why blogs like this are a pleasure to write.
The problem comes, at least for this blogger, when you say you dislike a novel that everyone else likes. How dare you cross the literary gods and goddesses and express your unfavorable opinion of a classic novel? For shame.
When a novel first comes out, though, early reviewers don’t have that luxury—or that obstacle, depending on how you see it. If you’re the first reviewer of a book, you have zero bias and zero preconceived notions about it.
No one has told you whether it was amazing or whether it sucks. So, more than likely, you’re just honest. But if your honesty results in you writing the only critical review of a novel that is widely adored, well, then your review…
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Today I want to share with you a movement that anyone who has been following this blog for a while already knows about.
I want to share it with you again because there is something amazing happening. Something you can be a part of. Something that can show the world, not just tell the world, why half the population of this planet deserves better than the past has given us.
One in three women will be raped or beaten in her lifetime.
Four years ago after what happened to me, I found out I wasn’t alone. This statement became more than black and white words on a page. The statement blurred and became a face. Many faces. People I love and treasure. Women who I respect and honour. If you ask careful questions and open yourself up to truth you might not want to hear, you will probably add faces…
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