This blog has had a really strange life. Initially it was just a space to store trunk stories I couldn’t bring myself to throw away, then in 2019 I accidentally did some journalism and my readership blew up so quickly that I found myself on my walk home from work, trying desperately to update my server hosting on my phone.
That’s why you’ll run into tech articles sometimes, if you dig through the archives. I don’t work in the industry any more, but it still matters to me. I sorta landed my dream job. I self-published my debut novel, The Dawnhounds, in November 2019 and it changed my life. It won awards, people said very nice things about, and then the very lovely people at Simon & Schuster picked it up and here we are. I write books now. It’s something I’ve been working towards since I was a teenager. My whole career has been about finding the right word, and I have none.
For the next few months, I’m going to be pushing the book a bit here. It’s about fungi and old sailing ships and dirty cops and tikanga. It’s about found family and finding power in pain. It is, to quote Rebecca Roanhorse, “fiercely queer”.
I want to write more about storytelling as well. I’ve written about the craft before, but not often, and it’s something I like to think – considering all the other wonderful folks who believe in me a whole lot – that I know what I’m doing and I’ve got something to say.
Now if y’all will excuse me, I’m going to go do myself a cup of tea.
You want one?