Category Archives: on writing

id

I keep wanting to talk to you guys about id-related writing stuff, but it’s such a pseudo-concept Cat and I half-invented to discuss a certain kind of writing, that I’m going to have to explain it first. Leave all actual … Continue reading

Posted in Craft, on writing | 4 Comments

the genesis of an idea

Just in case any of you don’t know of him, Heston Blumenthal is a mad-scientist chef. Or a gastrochemist. Or something. He’s amazing and inventive and there’s nothing he won’t try. (My favourite Heston moment was when he slow-cooked a … Continue reading

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woman hero

My favourite piece of dialogue from Avatar: the Last Airbender goes like this: Sokka: I’m sorry. I treated you like a girl, when I should have treated you like a warrior. Suki: I am a warrior. But I’m a girl, too. The … Continue reading

Posted in Feminism, on writing, review | 6 Comments

how Skyrim stole your people

About six months ago, all I heard about was Skyrim. Everyone was playing it. People were being made widows by it. No one could adequately explain what was so cracktastic about it – or even what it was. About two … Continue reading

Posted in Games, on writing, review | Tagged | 8 Comments

be bold, be uncompromising

I’ve just finished the second book in Dunnett’s House of Niccolo series, which means – and I should be getting used to this by now – my heart is broken. Actually, the sensation’s a little bit more like having someone … Continue reading

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I met my husband like this:

I’m a massive fan of birthdays. I believe in broadcasting it to everyone for a good two weeks beforehand, and spoiling myself silly on the day. That doesn’t mean spending lots of money – it means on this one day … Continue reading

Posted in Characterisation, Love, on writing, Romance | 21 Comments

some history lessons from the masters

Last year I read Dorothy Dunnett’s Lymond Chronicles, and it changed my life. Or my brain. Or something. It challenged me to think while I read. It screwed my emotions tight and then didn’t let me go and then screwed them … Continue reading

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