Adventures in…. Estonia

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Why is whenever anyone asks me to go traveling I automatically assume it’s some terrible mistake?  Why, for example, would anyone invite me to go to Estonia?  It seems like madness…. … as it turns out, the madness of awesome. In May 2016 I went to the Headread Festival in Tallinn.  As prep I did the following:  Bought some Euros Renewed my European Health Insurance Card Read about the history of Estonia (800 years of various occupying powers; brief flourishes of independence in the early 20th century; more occupation; liberation in 1990 and twenty five years of cultural and economic …

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Strong Women!

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Many writers of fantasy/SF identify as feminist.  This is a Good Thing – by adopting the label and wearing it with pride, there is an inherent acknowledgment that genders are equal with each other.  That’s all it is – a simple thing.  Men are equal to women who are equal to men.  This is empowering for everyone, and I am delighted by how many people seem to get this, and grateful to all the writers who go out of their way to celebrate the equality of peoples by writing… well… people.  People who are male.  People who are female.  And …

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Some Writery Answers

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I don’t write about writing much on this blog.  This is for two reasons.  1.  Like most people everywhere, I find talking about my job dull.  I love writing, but sitting down and saying that at 8.30 a.m. I go to a keyboard and then I scribble a bit and then I stop and think about it and then scribble a bit more… well, there’s a reason I’m a fiction writer.  It’s just so much more fun than reality.  2.  I have a deep-seated fear of becoming a writer who writes books about how hard it is to write a …

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And now… exhale….

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A few days ago I wrote this. The rage was real, still is real.  Since we voted out of the EU, I’ve had friends crying, shouting, serious discussions about whether moving to Scotland is a good idea, eaten a lot of comfort-cake and generally felt a combined sense of a) what the fuck is even the point now combined with b) I need to get involved in politics NOW.  The day after the result, I spent a morning just looking for charities and political causes which I felt could speak to values I hold dear, and help promote them.  The …

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What the actual fuck

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I’m writing this the day of the EU referendum result, and I might actually cry.  It’s not merely that as I sit here, the British economy is having billions wiped off its value – as is the European.  It’s not just that the currency is in free-fall and no one has any fucking idea how we’re gonna muddle by from here on in. No.  I might cry because today, again, my country chose an utterly insane path for itself.  Not merely of anti-information – not merely of rejecting every informed, intelligent opinion that was put forward because it didn’t feel …

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