About Allison Pang
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I write the Abby Sinclair UF series, published by Pocket Books and the ongoing Fox & Willow webcomic at Sad Sausage Dogs. Represented by Jess Regel of Foundry Literary + Media.
I’ve been thinking a lot about time lately. Mostly because I have difficulty managing it. At one point I used have a major guilt complex if I wasn’t “being productive” – which had a tendency to spur me on to try to always be accomplishing something. But that only goes so far and eventually I burned out pretty badly. There is a limit to time, after all and sometimes the recovery process can take a while. At any rate, when I took Lucy to horseback lessons last week, I met a woman learning to ride. It was her second lesson, she told me. She’d never had the time before – between raising a daughter (now 24) and becoming an ER doctor, she’d had to give up on anything that didn’t help accomplish her goals. And now that she was there and in a good place, by God she was going to learn… Read more
I spent most of Sunday out and about on the Skyline Drive portion of Shenandoah National Park. Partially because it was raining the last several days and everyone had a touch of cabin fever, but also I simply needed to get out of the house. It wasn’t a completely spontaneous trip – we’d mentioned it off and on as something to do with the kids if I was up to it, but since our Friday evening got completely washed out due to flooding in Old Town Alexandria, I figured we would at least drive out there and attempt a simple hike. Wedding anniversaries aside, I’m a pretty cheap date. At any rate, the other reason I needed to get out of the house and into the wild was to recalibrate some. I had a fairly productive weekend- making words on the self-pub edits, sussing out places to send out a… Read more
A billion years ago I took a creative writing course in college. And I pretty much hated it. Mostly because everyone in it was a lit major…and I wasn’t. I became a sort of pariah because I wanted to share passages from stories by Charles de Lint or Peter S. Beagle, instead of the proper sorts of “literary” works. In short, I was a genre-monkey – and hearing the professor compare my writing to that of Tolkien was both laughable and sad. Honestly, it’s because no one in the class had any frame of reference to anything fantasy/sci-fi and Tolkien was at least “acceptable” so, there you go. Neither here nor there – genre is what I like reading, and what I like writing – so when I got a call from Connor’s creative writing class teacher last year to come in and chat with her students about…well, whatever it is… Read more
I decided to indulge a little bit for my birthday this week and bought a print of Stephanie Law’s The Trickster card from her forthcoming DreamDance Oracle deck. (The deck won’t be available for a while as it isn’t finished, but the cards that are currently there are all very lovely.) And yes, this was a splurge. The only thing I actually asked for on Monday was a McDonald’s milkshake – I haven’t had one in years, and after a week in the hospital and all that jazz, I just wanted something simple, so happy birthday to me. This card hits a number of buttons for me – foxes, rabbits, coyote, magpies, (all tricksters in various stories,) plus the romanticism of the dancing, masked pair – which does have a bit of a Labyrinth/David Bowie/Goblin King vibe to it, and that doesn’t hurt in the slightest. I’ve always had a thing for… Read more
I had an exceptionally low spoon day this past Friday. (If you’re not familiar with the Spoon Theory and chronic illness, you can read up on the whole thing here. Basically it’s a way of measuring energy for those of us with limited amounts.) In general I find myself growing tired more easily than I used to, but it’s rare for me to wake up completely out of gas from the get go. Not so much on Friday – it’s not even that I was tired so much as that I couldn’t move at all. It’s being completely and utterly drained without even the ability to do much more than sit in a recliner. I had a doctor’s appointment that I had to go to and I could barely manage it. Forget any plans to go back-to-school shopping or writing. By the time I got home, I was done. I’m not… Read more