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In response to a chain-letter thing, I have been tagged by my colleague Alison Gardiner to answer a few writerly questions …


What am I working on?

Everything and nothing. There are several projects with our authors that are progressing equally slowly as I sit here laughing at a video of a cat beating the crap out of a dog. Some days it isn’t a cat, some days it’s a never ending stream of tiny Vines, none of which I find funny but all of which I feel compelled to watch. Other days, when I actually get some god-honest work done, it is usually on Pinhead Duffy by Helena Close (coming soon), or The Unbearable Sheitness of Being by Thaddeus Lovecraft and Nick Faulder (possibly coming sooner or later).

Oh, in a moment of weakness I published the Ready-Made Kids Quiz book t’other day. Or did I? I did.

How does my work differ from others of its genre?

I’m both a publisher and a writer, so I’m not sure how to answer this question. What I write and what I publish both skirt the edges of existing genres, skulking about the place looking for friends and finding few.


Why do I write what I write?

I write what I write and publish what I publish because I have a deep, deep love of the incongruous word, a passion for strong, idiosyncratic voices and eyes that water at the sight of beauty and truth.

Also, I like quizzes. As Woody Allen once said – “Why does man kill? He kills for food. And not only food: frequently there must be a beverage.”


How does my writing process work?

To say I have a ‘process’ would be unfair on the word ‘process’. Editing for me is a very systematic affair with defined stages but writing is a mish-mash of planned and unplanned accidents, complicated by time, mood, energy and the number of kids screaming in the next room. I envy those who know how to do it properly.


I hereby tag Richard Sutton, author of the brilliant ‘Troll’ to be the next in line.

One comment

  1. I always wondered how you did what you do… and this post adds absolutely nothing to my understanding, neither does it still my fears. I just hope that with an introduction like that, I can try to rise to the same level. Maybe rise isn’t the word… maybe hope isn’t the word either…