Author interview: Shepherd, Enge and Kenyon

Today's big accomplishment is hardly of my doing at all. Three SFF writers have allowed themselves to be interviewed by me: James Enge, Kay Kenyon and Joel Shepherd. My editors love it very, very much and I might do more interviews down the track. Watch this space. Or watch that space.



PS If you're wondering about the order of names, I change them each time I type them so that all get equal attention.

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I have done no new research all day. Nothing. Not a jot.

I have done no new writing all day. Nothing. Not a jot. Not fiction. Not review. Not article. Not dissertation. Nothing. Not a jot.

I have done no editing all day. Nothing. Not a jot.

What have I done? Managed to inform three people that I'm a lazy sod. Found more recipes to test for the Conflux banquet. Sequenced lots of notes (in fact, within the hour I'll know what I'm doing with them and will be able to computerise all 250, instantly, at which stage I shall discover many errors - this is my own fault for creating 250 b* notes, maybe seven of which are undoubtedly sublime and all the rest of which are undoubtedly at the opposite end of the research spectrum). Written heaps of emails (mostly polite) and a few notes to friends. Eaten chocolate icecream (of which I have no more). Made chicken soup (halfway done). Thunderstorm (endured, rather than created). Tried to find a particular 19th century carnival machine (don't ask, just don't ask).

Also, Evil Gillian got out. If I knew where she'd been hiding, I would put her back there, but she's still out and threatening perfectly nice writers with Cold Comfort Farm treatment of their novels. Fortunately, it's Evil Gillian who's the lazy sod (the rest of me is dutiful and hard working and boringly perfect), and dispatching Robert Post's daughter to re-arrange the lives of undisciplined characters remains a figment of her imagination.