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


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

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


Writer’s Bucket List, Revisited

A while ago I posted a writer’s bucket list for myself. I decided that for today’s post, I would revisit it and see how much progress I’m making. Publish 4 novels. I’ve got at least that many as WIPs currently, so this should be “easy” to do (nothing about writing is easy). Finish a short story. I have this habit of making stories too big, and for once I’d like to write an actual short story. If only one in my life. So this is definitely part of the list. Connect and make friends with fellow authors. I have

Nanowrimo / stories: Dead Transgressions / Writer Life

Can’t stop now! This is Nano country!

As many of you may know, November is National Novel Writing Month: Thirty Days and Nights of Literary Abandon. Some may say that phrase is quite literal, that we abandon literature. I’m sure there are NaNo novels for which that is true, but is is not true for mine, because I’m a damn good writer. (And a lot of other Wrimos are as well.) This year, I actually planned. I wrote an outline. I figured out the First Plot Point, the Mid Plot Point, and the Second Plot Point. I wrote an overarching vision for my story. I came

Friday 5

Friday Five: five random items sitting in this writer’s room

I’m making a departure from the norm for this Friday Five — instead of listing books I think you should read, I’m just going to list 5 random things that are in my room. Why? Because it’s Friday Five and I can list whatever the hells I want. An unopened package of Rockets, sitting on my shrine to Aphrodite. (Yeah, they’re called Rockets in Canada because our Smarties are candy-covered chocolate. Geez, U.S.A., get it right. Actually, wait, no, you’re right enough already — get it left! Oh, political humour…never old.) A lampshade with my favorite quote from Romeo

Writer Life

Writer Wednesday: The Writer’s Bucket List

This post is inspired by Heather Simone’s August 8th blog post of her writer’s bucket list. I read it and thought “That would be a great WW post!” and, well, here we are. Some of my list items will be the same as hers, because, well, we’re writers and many of us have similar goals. Not rocket science, that. So without further ado, I present Katje van Loon’s Writer Bucket List. Publish 4 novels. I’ve got at least that many as WIPs currently, so this should be “easy” to do (nothing about writing is easy). Finish a short story.

30 books in 30 days

30 in 30: Day 16 (democracy has miles to go before we can sleep)

Favourite Poem or Collection of Poetry This is a difficult one. I don’t have many favourite poems as I have favourite poets, and when I look at their works there are a few poems that jump out at me. So I have two. The first is by Langston Hughes. Democracy Democracy will not come Today, this year Nor ever Through compromise and fear. I have as much right As the other fellow has To stand On my two feet And own the land. I tire so of hearing people say, Let things take their course. Tomorrow is another day.