Translating Yoga

My body is achy and stiff.  Some of this is too much time sitting at a computer.  Some of it is lifting lights.  Some of it is a side-effect of swimming and escrima without stretching (oops).  Some of it is… shudder… just getting a wee bit older. Consequently, I’ve been doing some yoga. I resisted this at first, because I associate yoga with a lot of breathy nonsense.  Which isn’t to say I’m not down with the breathing part – I like a physical exercise that also helps you get your head vaguely straightened out, that gives you a bit …

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Waterstones Norwich, July 31st

Norwich!  (And surrounding environs.) Norfolk as a whole! I’m coming to visit… with Ann Leckie!  ANN LECKIE guys! Because why just win a Hugo Award, when you can also grab the Nebula and Arthur C.Clarke too – and a Kitschie, I should add, as a former Kitschie judge from the year Ancillary Justice won that too. I haven’t been to Norwich for a while – not since I used to go visit my Gran and we’d wander round the cathedral being all ‘ooooh’ and look at the ducks.  I’m looking forward to it, and hope to see people for merriment …

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Adventures in… Poland

I’ve now had two adventures in Poland. Both times, people laughed at my attempts to speak Polish.  The first time they laughed because it was incomprehensible.  The second time was possibly funnier, because it was clear that I was really, really trying, and wasn’t that sweet? My first trip to Poland was to a town called Torun.  Torun is a beautiful Teutonic core surrounded by surprisingly interesting and varied Eurosprawl/post-Communist-sprawl/hints of grandiose times.  It has yellow trams (the new ones aren’t nearly as good as the old ones, my hosts assured me – they don’t have the right kind of …

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Liberals! Do Better!

Dear Fluffy Left-Wing Liberals, We are of the same clan.  We are inclined to believe evidence which suggests that rehabilitation trumps retaliation, that investment in public services offers stability and equality, that the individual right to choose is the basis of a strong, tolerant society in which equality reigns, and that multiculturalism is a gift to all peoples, bringing us together, not pulling us apart.  Oh yes – and that identity is a constructed choice and kicking off about it is really none of our damn business, especially where that identity revolves around having a uterus and what we want …

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A Long Election

This blog has been irregular for a while. Basically since from the general election, when I rashly thought it might be kinda groovy to get all involved. And boy… was it an experience.  There’s masses to say, but not world enough or time.  I learnt a lot.  Some thoughts, in no particular order…. You want to get into politics?  Know the law.  Election law.  Rules about fundraising.  Where you can and can’t stand on election day.  Whether you can wear a rosetta with your party’s name on it, or just the colour.  Where you can put posters.  Where you can’t.  …

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Liebes Deutschland

There’s nothing quite as groovy as being invited to visit far-flung lands and conventions to burble about books.  In the last few years, I’ve been made welcome and treated like a princess by book-lovers in Estonia, Spain and Poland, and from the past a few other countries besides. There are few things that make a scribbler quite as happy as realising that there are people who have enjoyed your books in other languages, and who have taken the time to come and tell you – it’s hard to really explain the rush of gratitude and delight. As if that wasn’t …

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