Adult Saga / dispatches from the loony bin / Life with Mr. Katje / etc.

Discouragement

It’s been a while since I’ve written. We got a new tire for my car. Or rather, we got 5 new tires for my car and one of them turned out to work. The first time Mr Katje went to the scrap yard he got a deal on 4 tires for 200 bucks off a 2000 Dodge Caravan — ie, my exact car. They didn’t fit. I don’t fucking know WHY, they just didn’t fit. They should have. SAME CAR. That night included Mr Katje lying on the ground looking at this tire he couldn’t get onto my car

QueerX3 / Writers Festivals

Existing

You know that feeling when your crush remembers your name? Or asks about something important to you? That fluttery, happy feeling, that voice in your head yelling “Oh my gods, they know I exist!” Or maybe you get that feeling when you meet your idol and they show interest in what you’re talking about. Or when anyone important to you shows you that they know you’re there. They’re aware. You have made an impression, no matter how small. Now imagine the feeling you get when the opposite happens: you’re ignored, pushed aside, dismissed. It’s a sinking, awful feeling, isn’t

Banned Books Week / The Borderlands Saga / Writers Festivals

A good day for pluviophiles

Well, actually, even I find this weather kind of frightening. It is monsooning outside right now. As in, I’m pretty sure if I walked out of my building I’d drown. Anyway, this means that WORD Vancouver is being moved indoors — so you can still come see us tomorrow but we’ll likely be inside. Oh, right — we’ll be at WORD tomorrow. Not sure if I mentioned that. I probably didn’t, because I spent this week getting my FACE EATEN by the work I had to do in prep for WORD. Beeg [bada boom] publishing order had to be

The Jade Star of Athering / The Third Age / Writer Life / etc.

Writers Fest Recap (picture heavy)

Last week I volunteered sixteen hours at the Writers Fest. If you’ve been reading my posts, you already know this. I wanted to give a brief recap of the week, along with pictures I took (or had taken of me). My volunteering hours were spent selling raffle tickets. The raffle was to win a painting by Andre Petterson. I’m not going to lie, it was a bit of a hard sell. I think the painting didn’t really appeal to a lot of people, and I think the people it did appeal do didn’t have any place to put it.

dispatches from the loony bin / Writers Festivals

There’s one in every group

Quite honestly, though, there is one guy in every group of people who want to discuss feminism at more than a 101 level who just has to bring it back down to a 100 level. That happened Thursday night. As a volunteer for VIWF, I have the option to enter into a ticket lottery to win one comp ticket to an event I want to see. I managed to score a ticket for Women and Literature, which was my first choice. I was super-stoked. This was definitely the one event I really wanted to see. The event was a

Writers Festivals

A Brief Wondrous Talk from Junot Diaz

Slight trigger warning: mention of rape, colonialism Wednesday night my volunteer shift was during Junot Diaz‘s reading and Q&A session (followed by signing). I’d never heard of him before then — apparently a lot of Canada hasn’t, even though he’s fairly well known in the States. For me, I think it’s just because I tend to know authors within a certain genre — speculative fiction — and I don’t really pay attention to what’s called ‘mainstream’ fiction. But I fell in love with him during his talk. He talked about how science fiction and comic books are the genres

dispatches from the loony bin / Writers Festivals

Day one of VIWF!

It’s here already! Wow, that was quick. Half the month is gone. Seriously, am I getting abducted by aliens and losing time? It really feels like it. Today is the first day of the Vancouver International Writers Fest! I’m volunteering as a raffle ticket seller, which means looking nice and convincing people to buy tickets for a raffle of a really pretty painting. Also, I’m late. Well, not yet. But I did want to leave by 1pm so I could be there in plenty of time to find a parking space. I’m going to be leaving closer to 1:15

Musings / Writer Life / Writers Festivals

Productivity two days in a row? Madness!

I’ve been productive today and yesterday. Granted, a bit less today, probably because I slept for fifteen hours and could have gone back for more (read: I’m exhausted). But I have gotten a lot done. Yesterday I started the huge task of reorganizing all my books. You see, when I moved here, my mom unpacked my books and organized them as best she could, bless her. She did a really good job, but I am obsessively neurotic when it comes to organizing my books. (And a lot of other things, actually.) I also started doing laundry because…drum roll please…I

Writer Life / Writers Festivals

VIWF is here and it’s as awesome as I thought it would be

I have spent the past 2 days volunteering in the food service part of the Vancouver International Writer’s Festival (which I’ve blogged about previously). It has been awesome. Food service for events — doing prep work in the kitchen and working concession stands during intermission — is something I excel at, and as I never tire of having my ego stroked hearing that I’m wonderful from staff is, in a word, heaven. Of course, my arms and legs are killing me because I worked harder in the past two days than I have in the past three months. Totally