Normally I write Feek posts in a state of rage. Today is a departure from that. If anything I felt optimistic reading Brian Staveley’s The Emperor’s Blades, because, although I consider its gender depictions problematic, at least I could see that the author was trying.
Sadly (?), this does not lower my desire to be snarky in the slightest.
My posting has been *coughs* entirely lax in the past few months, so I thought a general update might absolve me.
So, since January, I have gone from the entirely manageable position of working for one fiction publication (sub-Q), to the somewhat alarming situation of working for four. In short: Continue reading
I am inherently suspicious of protagonists that share the same first letter of their names with their authors. Sometimes this is unfounded and no doubt entirely coincidental. But like, when it isn’t…
You get the Darren Shan Saga by Darren Shan.
This evening I have decided to stretch my atrophied muscles of literary criticism. For funsies.
Also, for mild pissed-offsies.
I’m most of the way through The Last Wish, by Andrzej Saprowski (he of the unexpected missing vowels), having taken it out of the library this morning. I knew that these books served as the basis for the Witcher games, so I thought they must be pretty good, otherwise why invest money in spinoffs? The Last Wish also won the David Gemmell Legend Award, which sounds fancy.
But of course, I would probably not be writing a Feek post unless something had greatly offended my delicate feminine sensibilities. In short, the book is sexist and I haz angries.
My illustration for Dreamseeker.
I got Celia Friedman.
For an Authorview.
Much excitement and fangirling ensued.
Greetings, oh internet. It has been a strange week.
They rejected me. Twice.
Once on Monday, once yesterday (owing to my resubmission avec correct file format). And then, joy of joys, I received a third rejection first thing this morning from a different publication.