About Allison Pang
Hello Kitty Connoisseur.
I write the Abby Sinclair UF series, published by Pocket Books, the IronHeart Chronicles and the ongoing Fox & Willow webcomic at Sad Sausage Dogs. Represented by Jess Regel of Foundry Literary + Media.
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I don’t even know if this post is going to have much of point, so I think I’m just going to ramble on the things that have hit me up this week. First off is the article over at the Times about how adults shouldn’t read YA books. Because they don’t challenge us enough. It embarrasses the author of the piece to think that “grown-ups” would dare to lower themselves to kiddie stuff. Fair enough. Opinions are opinions and you know, everyone has one. Literary snobs pick on genre books. Sci-Fi writers pick on romance writers. Romance writers pick on erotica writers. Whatever. I can’t really find it in myself to get worked up about it anymore because the arguments are worthless. Are we really going to start slut-shaming ourselves into reading what is considered proper? Intelligent? Worth-while? Who decides this sort of thing, anyway? After all – today’s literary boobies were… Read more
You know, as much as I like drinking milk, this kind of crap drives me up a wall. Yes, that’s right, men – just buy us PMSing women some milk and we’ll get right back in that kitchen and make you some pie. Shit pie.… Read more
Of course the problem with ranting on blog posts is that I so rarely have anything to follow it up with the next day. Not that yesterday was all that much of a rant, really. Grumpy observation, maybe? Tack that on to medical insurance issues (yeah, I’m loving that letter from the new insurance company telling me I must have Fibromyalgia and what they can do to help me. Um, hello? That’s one thing I *don’t* have, wonder of wonders.) I’m dying to find out how they managed to “diagnose” me from afar without any sort of proof. On the other hand, they’ve stopped paying for my chiropractic treatments. Because I should be fixed by now. If I’m not, I obviously have some sort of chronic issue and I’m not doing enough to take care of it. *headbash* Keep in mind I’m getting another round of Platelet Rich Plasma/Prolotherapy tomorrow.… Read more
Not that I’m one to judge a person’s religious affiliations, you understand. People should be allowed to believe what they want, but I do admit to feeling a bit of anger at the way some people allow themselves to be duped into believing a con man. Watching some poor pregnant girl, days away from giving birth, crying her eyes out – not because she was forced to sell most of her worldly possessions to travel to where the Rapture would start – but because her mother didn’t believe and refused to come with her – pretty much broke my heart. The girl didn’t want her mother to be left behind, but believing herself to be one of the chosen ones meant that her faith made her go. That’s a pretty bitter pill to swallow, folks. It’s also pretty arrogant. I guess I just wonder at the mindset that is so… Read more
You know, today was a beautiful day. Great temps. Lovely sunlight. Green, green grass. Butterflies and birds and all that. And truly, my greatest wish was to just get in the car and randomly take a drive out in the country. Didn’t work that way, unfortunately, though I can’t really tell you why. Just one of those days, I guess. Connor is going through a growth spurt (literally, he’s drinking milk about every ten minutes. It’s pretty unreal) and seemed to need to tell me whenever he drank some. Every. Single. Time. Lucy was full of whining for no reason than I could figure out except that she’s four. And a girl. Even when I took the kids to the park for a while it seemed like nothing really satisfied them. (Apparently walking on the wrong side of the wobbly troll bridge is a sign of the apocalypse, and should… Read more