When I’m Not Writing…

…I’m gluing things to other things. I’m obsessed with decoden. It’s just so over the top and gleefully ridiculous. I’m happily above the age of majority, but adorable decoden pieces somehow cause me to revert to my inner eighties child (“OMG IT’S SOMEHOW BOTH GLOWY NEON AND SUGARY PASTEL”). They also appeal to me as a wannabe Victorian (“DECORATE ALL THE THINGS!“). Seeing as this is my debut year, back in January I put all of my craft supplies in a huge trunk out in the garage. I knew that I’d have little time to sit around and make things. Still, I got the itch a few weeks ago, so I decided to give decoden another go. I’d already made one piece using a kit a few years ago. Behold – the...

Thank You

I was going to throw this up on Facebook this morning, but it got a touch too long, so I thought I’d post it here. I just wanted to take a moment to thank everyone who’s recently contacted me to let me know that they read the book and enjoyed it. (ARCs are going out – although I wish they wouldn’t, now! We just did some more last-minute editing.) If just one person really loves the book, enough to want to know more about the characters, enough to write me to tell me so – then it has truly all been worth it. Indeed, the pre-publication fan letters people have sent are more than I ever rightly expected to receive, and the very idea that people went out of their way to write them is so humbling that I can barely find the words to talk...

Re: Ain’t No Party Like a Steampunk Party

Because I am lazy (also, because WordPress is giving me fits), I’m limiting myself to one posting from SPWF – which was amazing, by the way! It’s over on Suvudu! I’ll add only that my reading was a lot of fun. I’m still figuring out just what selections I should read, when – especially with my little voice. Everyone was very nice, and it was a great practice run. I can’t wait ’til next...

Video – Introductions

The wonderful folks at Random House/Del Rey have this idea that I should make about ten thousand videos, and vlog. I’ve really enjoyed making shout-out videos for their use in house, but they’re actually a bit hard for me to pull off. I’m very shy and introverted. I can fake it extremely well, mostly by making a concerted effort to project as much of my inner silliness and immaturity as I can. Then again, I know I’m awkward and weird, and I’ve found you can get quite far just by choosing to embrace those qualities, if you have them. So, here’s a little intro video I dashed off yesterday introducing myself and the book. I probably look like an idiot, but oh, well! I’ll keep trying. I mean, I dream of the day the History...

It’s a Victorian Thing

When things are undecorated, it makes Lia very unhappy. “Why,” Lia muses, “must things be minimalist? Why must they go unadorned? Oh, Modern People, how benighted and funny you are.” Wait…why am I typing in the third person? Anyway, my very first ARCs arrived today! They’re earmarked as prizes for a special event – the Steampunk World’s Fair, in Somerset, New Jersey. Which I’ll be attending in…gasp. Ten days.   (Look how innocent they are.)   Since they’ll therefore probably end up in the hands of people unused to the ARC process and product, I wanted to include a note with each explaining that ARCs may include typos and omissions, potential changes, etc. Mostly so that readers...

This Post is Going to Be Very Pink

I decided to take a break from experimenting with makeup looks for SPWF, and share some photos. So. Royal wedding! My mother and I aren’t Monarchy Nerds, nor are we terribly fond of staying up twenty-four hours in a row – but we are very, very girly. I think the idea for a Royal Wedding Three AM Tea Party struck us both simultaneously about a week ago. It was like a bolt of pink, glittery lightning. Thus, we had one. Just us. Just because.   The silver is my own, from my grandfather. The pattern is called “First Love,” and it was either made from 1847 to 1936, or debuted in 1847 with my particular set dating from 1936. I’ve never been able to decipher the card I found packed away in the box. The china is my mother’s, also...