230. Celine Kiernan (a.k.a. the Ghost of Nimh) — Into the Grey (An Interview)
http://media.blubrry.com/skiffyandfanty/dts.podtrac.com/redirect.mp3/archive.org/download/SandFEpisode230AnInterviewWCelineKiernan/SandF%20–%20Episode%20230%20–%20An%20Interview%20w%20Celine%20Kiernan.mp3Podcast: Play in new window | DownloadSubscribe: Apple Podcasts | Spotify | Android | iHeartRadio | Podchaser | Podcast Index | Email | TuneIn | Deezer | RSSGhost children, night terrors, and mislabeled books, oh my! It’s been far too long since Celine Kiernan was last on our show. And that’s why we asked her back to discuss her novel, Into the Grey, which recently released in the United States. We discuss her influences, writing stories in a recent Irish past, and much more. We hope you enjoy the episode! Note: If you have iTunes and like this show, please give us a review on our iTunes page, or feel free to email us with your thoughts about the show! Here’s the episode (show notes are below): Episode 230 — Download (MP3) Show Notes: Celine’s Website Celine’s Twitter Celine’s Books Into the Grey Our new intro music is “Time Flux” by Revolution Void (CC BY 3.0). Additional music from “Black Vortex” Kevin MacLeod (incompetech.com) Licensed under Creative Commons: By Attribution 3.0. That’s all, folks! Thanks for listening. See you next week.
My Superpower: Anne E. Johnson (Green Light Delivery)
My Superpower is a regular guest column on the Skiffy and Fanty blog where authors and creators tell us about one weird skill, neat trick, highly specialized cybernetic upgrade, or other superpower they have, and how it helped (or hindered!) their creative process as they built their project. Today we welcome Anne E. Johnson to talk about how the power of writing around chaos relates to Green Light Delivery. —————————————— I can write while surrounded by chaos. When I was an undergrad at a large university famous for its party life, I would often go to the Student Union on Saturday night. Hundreds of students and faculty would be there, hoisting beers (the legal drinking age was 18 back then) and carrying on. I’ve never been a drinker or a partier, but man, I loved the Student Union on Saturday night. Just me with a cup of coffee, doing my Ancient Greek or Latin Comp homework amid a crowd of half-soused revelers. They ignored me, and I them.
