About Danacea

Social media and events at Forbidden Planet; novelist for Titan Books, first title 'ECKO RISING' due September 2012. Mum, Cyclist, Geek, Gamer, Warrior, Art Toy Freak.

Hippo Butt Chair

f84d2083c8476bfe4aa35319c52830bfNo, I don’t have a Hippo Butt personally (though if I eat too much more cake that may change ), but I AM moving house soon, and I’m looking for cool stuff with which to make a new flat… erm… unique?

This fine fellow comes from Oddity Mall. By the copy, it’s life size, and part of a family that includes several of its grey and wrinkly cousins – enough for an entire sofa safari, by the looks of it.

A snip at $95,000. I wonder if they do a 3 for 2?

(Footnote: guys at Oddity – the phrase ‘Unique Gifts For Men’ gets you a slap, k? Every woman wants a hippo in her front room!)

 

 

 

 

Spartan Knife Block

I’ve got a thing about Spartans. Nothing to do with 300, or indeed with Kieron Gillen’s (most excellent) graphic novel. Nope, not even to do with HALO, tho’ they’re Spartans of a slightly different cloakshade.

Perhaps as a hangover from our days of playing Ancients in Vampire: The Masquerade, perhaps it even started before that, the details gets fuzzy as one gets older.

Spartan Knife BlockThis, though. This is awesome.

And (even better) I’m moving house soon, and, as a reward, have allocated myself a budget. This is to buy useful new things for the (hopefully much bigger) kitchen. And Spartan Knife Blocks totally count.

Found on GeekNative.

Facebook Author Pages

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What are they? What’re they for? If you’re a high profile figure – you’re one of the GRRMs or the JKRs for the world then fairy nuff, they’re a way to keep your public updated with book news, your page manager in chips and beer, and to save yourself a job when you’ve got important stuff to do. But what if you haven’t had a Theme Park named after you main character? What if you’re a normal mortal who happens to have written some books? All the ‘Author as Brand’ speechifying in the world doesn’t actually answer the question.

You know that your humble Author Page has been cruelly rogered by Facebooks’s algorithm changes. Now, only a few see it, and those few are probably your friends and family who (bless them) are now seeing everything twice. Plus, if you’ve Read your Social Media Handbook you’re now posting this crap on your blog, hoarding pictures on your Pinterest, and posting shit on Twitter, Goodreads, Google +, and Instagram (#authors #authorsofinstagram #books #writing #fucksake), and so on…

With so many channels of noise surrounding us, it’s very easy to saturate your own media – there’s a subtle art is knowing what to post on which stream, and how to differentiate the content so your trusty Uncle Bob isn’t seeing the same updates everywhere he looks…

But when you have the same platform/layout and potential content twice? How does that work?

I’m asking a lot of questions. And Social Media professional that I may be (tooting my own, sorry), I honestly don’t know the answer. I’ve decided, however, to just jump in and give it a go – focus on writing things, on current and new projects, and on doing… not ‘Author as Brand’ (I’ve seen that abused FAR too much) but ‘Author as Friend’, perhaps in the spirit of the old community that used to exist on LiveJournal. It may not work on the platform, I don’t know. People may not see the updates and lose interest, I don’t know. I may vanish up my own backside in a swirl of pretentiousness, or lose interest myself and go back to updating every other bloody site, I don’t know.

But I’m going to give it a try.

If you’re interested, you can find me on Facebook as Danie Ware.

2014 – The Things That Matter

Southwold BeachI’ve tried several times to write that ‘review of the year’ blog post, and just can’t make it make sense. Last year, the plates came crashing down because I couldn’t do it all – this year, I’ve done it all and more, and I’m still not sure how. It’s been a very dark year, but I guess you cope because you have to.

This year has seen the chaos of my work/child schedule get even more insane, if that’s possible. As the calendar of FP events gets busier, and I need to commit more time to being work Danie, Isaac still has a schedule of his own and he still has to get there – here, there, everywhere, at the last minute and at the drop of a whole shopful of hats. Just keeping these two plates spinning is a constant and chaotic headache, and wouldn’t happen without help.

Nine WorldsAdd to that the Summer of Madness – not only Nine Worlds and WorldCon and all the events surrounding, but trying to play Tetris with my furniture to get the decorators into the house. When I came back from ExCel in August, I had psoriasis, eczema, and a cellulitis infection in my ear, all flared up through pure exhaustion. I escaped a stay in hospital by the skin of my teeth and a very smart Doctor.

Unhappy CatAnd then add to that my Mum being diagnosed with terminal cancer in February. I have no words for this – not here, not now, maybe not ever. I haven’t even been with her as much I should have been. She faced three months of chemo, at nearly eighty years old, almost by herself. And I’ve felt so helpless – needing to be there, to do more – and caught in a temporal plate-spinning impossibility that I constantly struggle to control, with no real hope of succeeding. Yet her strength and stubbornness have been beyond measure, and every time I’ve thought ‘I can’t do this anymore, I’m too tired!’ I’ve reminded myself just who is facing what, and shut the fuck up.

Race for LifeIsaac and I have been with her for Christmas, and she has absolutely insisted on doing everything herself. It still isn’t real, to her either I think. I do wonder if these things ever quite stop hiding behind the Pillars of Denial… right up until the end.

Because of all of this, the delay to Ecko Endgame has been rather a blessing. The last part of the MS was rushed when I handed it in, and it’s given me a year to spin it back out and weave it back in again. In many ways, it’s kept me sane – given me both purpose and escape. Somewhere to hide, if you like.

BrightonFinally, this year, I’ve learned a huge lesson – partially from Mum and partially from sheer chaos. That lesson is to take the time when you have it. To lay the worries down, and to go to Brighton for the day. To take the bath in Bath and to look out over the hills and enjoy the moment. To walk along the beach, to play silly games on the Pier, to take the holiday when you can, to wade in the water with bare feet and climb the rocks like you did as a child, with joy and without shame.

Gull RockJon has taught me this too – has been support, sunlight and occasional sanity through a year that’s been very dark, at times. And a year that ends with me knowing that it’s going to get darker before it gets light again.

But knowing, too, that there is a light at the end of the forest, and that I don’t walk the path alone.

Fractal Pendant

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If you’ve read Ecko, you probably know I’ve got a thing about fractals. Partly out of purely artistic appeal, partly out of an ‘everything has a pattern’ multidimensional mathematical fascination that I sadly don’t have the maths to follow through. Curving through space and time… the Doctor, frankly. should encounter more of them.

Anyway, while on the hunt for Christmas presents (honest) I’ve just found this.

Found on Etsy, here.

Steampunk Beholder

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What’s this? The bastard lovechild of traditional dungeoneering and a modern obsession with cogs and clockwork? What rays come from its many eyes? And where lurk its clockwork alchemist minions?

Quite apart from the glorious clanking potential of steampunk D&D, it did put me in mind of the fantastic eye jewellery that was being sold at LonCon 3. The stall was opposite where FP was stationed and it sat and looked at us, quite literally, all weekend.

Succumbing to the lure was inevitable.

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Much like that of the Beholder, I suspect.

And have since realised: both items actually made by Catherinette Rings. Gorgeous!

Ecko Endgame Cover Art

Ecko Endgame

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Cover art is a very special thing. It’s the tipping point between a book being in your head, and the thing being real and breathing and there on the shelf. It’s seeing a concept or a character brought to life. And then, of course, there’s that all-important cover quote – that one-liner that has to sell your glorious vision to the world outside…

As ever, Martin has done a storming job with this one.

With cheers for Natalie at Titan Books, as well!

LonCon 3: Madhouse!!

Hula DalekThere are some unwritten rules to bring a bookseller at a Con. For example: you’ll hear the following phrases many times over the course of a weekend: ‘I’ve got too many books at home, I can’t buy any more’, ‘I can’t buy books, there’s no space in my luggage’, or the slightly more extreme, ‘If I buy any more books, I’ll need a new house!’

Apparently, there are a lot of SF/F readers with money to burn, not only on books and luggage space, but on the inevitable new house when they try to squeeze one more Kingkiller Chronicle into their already bulbous bookshelves.

IMG_2485Seriously, I’ve never seen anything like it. Not the bulbous shelves, (though our stall was buckling under the weight of fantastical literature), but the willingness of people to buy books. Those from over the water must’ve come with empty flightcases, because there were no concerned comments about luggage space. People were picking up five and ten and fifteen books at a time, hardcovers and signed books, books to enable them to meet their favourite authors, books to take home to friends, books that just looked interesting…  In a world where bookshops close faster than you can list them, something in me was jumping with childish glee at so much pleasure taken in the printed page.

Titan Books!One American fan commented that you only get a 20% – 30% crossover of SF/F books between the UK and the US. It hadn’t occurred to me before – but of course that’s why. If you go to a WorldCon, then the opportunity to broaden your horizons (and collection) is tremendous. Not only books, but authors and friends – no wonder you travel with only a clean pants and a Visa.

Slenderman Vs. MarkAnyway. More unwritten rules: usually, at Cons, we have time to escape our shackles and explore. Not this time! The sheer mass of fans might have been deceptively diluted by the size of ExCel – but all of them came to see us, sooner or later. I escaped for my couple of panels, and a slightly leftfield 40-minute session in the basement with the cleaning team, going through bin bags and looking for my wallet (thrown away earlier in the day, and fortunately retrieved). Even from behind the stall, though, the whole experience was intense, exhilarating, exhausting and wondrous, all in equal measure.

My Sigismund SistersMore than anything, it was fantastic to see so many people, so many friends, all together in one place. Friends from my twitter days, met in the flesh for the first time; friends from my Norwich past, back in the present as our lives rotate towards each other, friends from fandom, all over the world.

@ksonney and @ursulavAll-in-all, it was quite overwhelming. And after Nine Worlds and the Week of Madness between, its no wonder everyone came home saying, ‘Look, I love you all. But leave me the fuck alone ’til at least next Thursday.’

Free Universe!Well done, LonCon. That was tremendous!

 

 

 

 

 

Nine Worlds – London Geekfest

IMG_2406So – there was headbanging to Rhapsody, there was Max dressed as Sharknado, there was Cards Against Humanity as the rain poured down just past our shoulders. There was that strange, polish-smell that only the Radisson has, and the hotel’s latest menagerie of odd glass animals.

There was Toothless, there were early morning doughnuts, thanks to Pornokitsch, and a whole conversation about Adrian Tchaikovsky’s eyebrows. There was talking Social Media with Adam Christopher, Sophie Calder, James Oswald and Tom Hunter (the thing about Merlin is absolutely true, okay?). There was much wine, and much garage food, and the usual round of Con-scurvy. And there were many friends, Dragonladies and Fox Spirits and Genki Gear and Soapasauruses (Soapasauri?) and a much-welcome visit from Rufus Evsion, whom I haven’t seen in far, far too long.

IMG_2410And all that’s before I even <get> to the books. But you know about those, right?

IMG_2421Nailed by knees to the Dealers’ Table or not, I can see that Nine Worlds has managed something wonderful – it does ‘welcoming’ better than anyone else. Don’t misunderstand, our community is family and has always been open to all, but Nine Worlds is like a sampler, it offers a little taste of everything. It’s a perfect place for a newcomer to find out what they like, and where they’re happiest. With badges on offer for personal pronouns and levels of sociability, it’s also a safe environment, where everyone can be themselves. For those not new to Cons, it’s the perfect place for people to cross the streams – to uncover the mysteries of Greater Geekdom, and find new avenues to explore.

IMG_2425As ever, thanks to the host of authors who came to sign for us. I’m always sorry that I can’t get to more panels (program was packed and it all sounded like SO much fun), but there was plenty going on everywhere in the hotel, and everyone was having a blast.

A new generation is born, it seems. We already know they’re cosplayers, and they play games – but it seems they’re readers and comics-readers too. And that must be a win!

Gail Carriger's fans!