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Out and About in London: London Book Fair 2019

fox fabricI’m off to the London Book Fair this week, which is partly terrifying as I have to Talk To People and Be Professional and Interact, and partly amazing – I’m going as a professional editor! I’m going to talk to agents! What The Hell?

And partly it’s just…argh. Work’s been pretty busy already this month and taking three days out is going to be frustrating…but then I do really want to go, so…

Space fabricAnyhows! I’m going to be the lady in the fox skirt – or possibly a space skirt if I get it sewn in time – and wandering around with two reprobates (Michael Rowley and David Moore, FYI) and talking to everyone. It’s going to be great!

Ps. Send chocolate, and don’t expect any interaction until, ooh, at least next Monday.

Imposter Syndrome

Wait, why are they asking me? I don’t know this. I’m just pretending to know the answers. Everything I’m saying is a guess and someone’s going to tell me that I’ve got it all wrong. I’m making this up. I’m just thinking that I’m allowed to do this. I’m going to get told to stop and that I’m not good enough and that I have no idea what I’m on about…

(Also, emailing authors who have written books that I really admire is still the scariest part of the job.)

I’ve had a few people approach me recently – either through work or privately – and ask for professional opinions. After all, I’m an editor! I read and write and edit and I Know Something About Books!

And I’ve agreed! After all, this is my job. This is what I love doing. I can do this!

Except…

Wait, they’re listening to me?

I think the worry kicks in when I realise that people are accepting what I take without the customary large pinch of salt that I automatically put on anything I say. After all, I know that I know nothing; but everyone is nodding at me, and going away and actually implementing my suggestions, and…

It’s like they think I know what I’m talking about.

Which I do, of course. I’ve been doing this for a while, and if nothing else, I know enough from experience. I’ve been through these situations, seen what works, seen what doesn’t. I do know what I’m on about! Except…

And then my brain and I just go round in circles for a while.

Being asked to read things – or, y’know, doing it for my job – is fun, and satisfying: it really is. I love being able to read things and re-write a blurb, or tweak a synopsis, or point out which parts of a novel could be strengthened and which are already really strong. I love reading new stuff and emailing the author with “So where’s the next bit? Ooh, ten chapters? Yes please!” I love being able to help.

And I am good at it – with the proviso that I can always, and will always be, learning more. I am definitely not as good as I want to be, and it’s such a wonderful experience to see people with more experience and more talent working. Editing’s such a strange skill that it’s really interesting to see how other people do it!

It’s just terrifying that other people seem to agree with the half of my brain that thinks I’m worth listening to!

An Experiment in Reading Out Loud

Otter hadn’t read Soul Music, likes other Pratchett books, and is into music enough that I reckoned they’d get most of the jokes. I wanted to practise reading out loud; I occasionally get asked to do it as an author, and frankly it’s something I do need to spend more time doing. Otter agreed on their part, too, and therefore, a plan was born: we were going to read Soul Music out loud.

(As an aside: one of the reasons I adore Soul Music (and Pratchett generally) is all those little in-jokes; you read a scene or a line and it’s pretty funny, but then you see something classic or read something and suddenly OH WOW THAT’S WHAT HE’S RIFFING OFF! Which I love. However, it doesn’t necessarily help with not getting the giggles when reading.

Death doesn’t help that either, or the Death of Rats.

SQUEAK.)

Anyhow! It was something in the nature of an experiment, as I hated being read to as a child (being able to see the page when you’re a fast reader is a recipe for frustration) and don’t really get on with audiobooks. Otter felt they were thoroughly out of practice reading as well… but we gave it a go.

Conclusion: we’re ok at Welsh, and sort-of-Jamaican (which is what we settled on for Lias) but couldn’t work out a voice for Glod. Otter does a mean Death – definitely better than me – but I do a better Susan. And we both had to keep stopping to giggle at the jokes.

Secondary conclusion: “How the fuck can you remember lines of the book?!” (An odd Kate skill: I memorise a lot of them as I read, and it’s partly why I get faster when I’ve read a book more than twice – I’m not even really reading, just skimming something I already know. Otter gave me a side-eye for that.)

Overall – a lot of fun! We’re going to keep going, I think – if nothing else it definitely is giving me practise in reading out loud, even if I do get the giggles more often than I want… (how do audiobook narrators not laugh at the funny bits?!)

Talking about Publishing, Editing and Me!

Kate making a silly faceWhy do I volunteer myself for this sort of stuff?!

(Answer: It seemed like a good idea at the time…)

I’m in London on the evening of the 16th January, up in Kentish Town, giving a talk to the Chalk Scribblers about…me.

ARGH.

I mean, on paper it sounds excellent. I’m an editor for an indie and a genre press, both with some nice awards under their belts; I’m a freelance formatter and a published fantasy writer; and I’ve bounced around the writing world enough to hopefully have some interesting insights about the whole thing – plus if Rachel is anything to go by, the group’s going to be super interesting and chatty, so that’s going to be great.

But it involves ME talking about ME and trying to make myself sound INTERESTING and ARGH.

(I did have one friend give me a funny look when he found out I was doing it. I had to assure him that I can actually speak pretty well in public, thankyouverymuch, even if I tend to be more reserved in private. Humph.)

So. Yeah. If you’re around, then maybe see if you can come along? (You need to sign up though.) *chews nails nervously* It’s gonna be fine. It’s gonna be really fun. I just need to stop being nervous now!

Out and About in London: The Clarke Awards

So my colleague David and I trundled off to London on Wednesday to go to the Arthur C Clarke Awards – not through any particular professional reason (as no Rebellion books had been nominated this year *already making the pile for next year*) but just to network.

We met Penny from Angry Robot for a drink and dinner first (Chinese at Wong Kei, which was David’s recommendation but I’d heard of, and it was indeed very good!) and then trundled over to Foyles for an interesting (and fairly short) ceremony, followed by a lot of chatter. I’m very grateful that I’ve got social spoons at the moment – I met so many people and already knew a few of them, but I’m hoping that now I’ve met a lot more, I’ll know their faces when we meet again! *crosses fingers* I did have to run away early – well, relatively early – as I was definitely out of the spoons needed for a pub visit, so I left David to his clubbing and trawled home through the railworks.

I have to admit, fairly shamefully, that I hadn’t read any of the shortlist this year; they’ve promptly all gone on my reading pile! The winner, Dreams Before The Start of Time, certainly sounds interesting.

So – fun, if spoon-heavy, but I did meet a lot of interesting people! (And had a half-hour discussion on Columbo. Writers have very random interests!)