In which I was sick ...

Last week, I got sick. Not serious sick. Not hospital-level sick. Just plain old, garden-variety, lying on the couch, hating the world and everything in it (excepte Mephistopheles Danger Gordon, The Husband Bear and salt and vinegar rice crackers) sick.

All would have been lost in a very depressing, puddly, all-losty kind of way, EXCEPT ...

it turns out when I get sick I become ...

SUPER WRITER PERSON!!!

Seriously! Before this bout of sickness I was convinced all I was capable of doing while sick was lie on the couch and yell at inanimate objects, but it appears I ALSO have a hitherto undiscovered talent for writing lots in between my yelling! 15,000 words worth of lots! WOOT!

Whether it's good lots, I am not entirely sure. I will spend the weekend finding out, but at the moment I am on a big 15,000 word long cloud of writerly bliss.

So, the moral of this story: sick = bad and 15,000 words is not enough to make it un-bad and repeat-worthy, but it does numb the pain slightly.

In which I introduce ... Me

 

This is me. Yes, I always look ever-so-slightly insane.

... and this is my first attempt at an actual, proper blog post. Apparently, I been doin' it WRONG.

I have written about the girl in the shop next door, and a superhero called Superfluous, and steampunk bunnies and big red candles and my funny colleague, Robbie, and Balinese bicycle bells, and puddings called Wilbur. And I was having the BEST time doing it but, apparently, this whole time I was meant to be talking about ... me.

Hmm. Not so easy! But, evidently, the purpose of a blog is to act like an online diary. So I'm going to give that a go. 

My name is Kate. I'm 27. I have a book coming out this October called Three Things About Daisy Blue, and I'm working on a gothic paranormal trilogy about shapeshifters in Tasmania. When I'm not writing, I am reading, or playing in a lounge-room metal band with my husband and my cat. My husband (the bear), wants to call us Reckless Self Medication. I want to call us Reckless Faery. Mephy (my cat), wants to call us Give Mephy More Crunchies (he is very into subliminal messaging).

I am also a not-so-closeted geek, a movie buffoon, an eater of much gluten free cake, a maker of silly pictures (see Wilbur the pudding), and a resident of my head.

There. That wasn't so hard. Now, to keep it up! All encouragement gratefully received!!!