American Field Guide to Australian Animals
It has come to my attention that I was, during the formative years of childhood, grotesquely misinformed about the size and danger of Australian wildlife. I’ve been in Victoria for a few months now, and I have not once, not once, been accosted by any sort of giant,...
The penguins gave me a cover
According to Google Analytics, most people who visit my website are either college classmates or YA readers. If you've been on this website before, you will probably be surprised that I know this information. An outside observer would probably look at my posts and...
What’s it like to travel during the pandemic?
The word “travel,” for those of you who know a Romance language, might remind you of travailler, trabajar or trabalhar. In French, Spanish, and Portuguese, respectively—“to work.” This is because, while modern travel is fabulous and non-worky, historically, it looked...
Day 9 in Hotel Quarantine
For the past nine days, I've been in a hotel room with windows that don't open. I can't leave. I don't even have a room key. Three times a day, someone knocks on my door with a paper bag of food. It's weird. But I'm very glad to be here. Hotel Quarantine...
The Void
Welcome. To the Void.
Valentines to Confuse and Disarm Your Loved Ones (Part Two)
Part One (equally useful) here.
Valentines to Confuse and Disarm Your Loved Ones (Part One)
Let me title your YA book using love and zodiac science. Click the image to see it full size. I hope you're all Cancers who really love your local Capricorns. Part Two here.
This Is What My Book Is About
Of my various skills (loud tongue clicks, beating my brother at Dominion, exercising while drinking carbonated water), none shines more brightly than my ability to dodge the question, "What's your book about?" I talk about my book a lot in the abstract and rarely...
How it feels to have a book coming out (that nobody has read)
Upon announcing a Big Fancy Book Deal™, a certified Author-In-Training starts to hear some of the same things over and over. But no oft-heard reaction perplexes me more than: Obviously, this is a very kind, if unfounded, thing to say about me. And people say it all...
How to Flirt with a Shepherd in Ninth-Century Oxford
(I’m nailing that organic google searchability) Ah, December. The air is crisp. The Starbucks cups are red. We’re all packing our bags for our annual trip to the year 842 to celebrate the holidays with our families in the English...