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 Helm Literary.
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My whole damn childhood, right here. Excuse me while I go bawl my damn eyes out.… Read more
Okay, I had this really long in-depth post I’d started to write today, but to be honest it became massively depressing and I decided it wasn’t worth posting right now. Odd, since I’ve been deliriously happy the last few days so I don’t know why I felt the need to delve into this big long mess about cancer and my mother and all the rest of it. And the thing is, it wasn’t even supposed to be that way…but three paragraphs in and it skipped right past pathos and into despair. So, I’m not posting it. I’ll just let it sit in the drafts and hope just writing it down was enough to get the moment out of my system. Also? I’m feeling rather old and unhip. … Read more
I know this has been floating around the interwebs for a little while, but I had a lot of good friends lose their jobs over the last few weeks and I’m sad for them.… Read more
Obviously I wasn’t really online yesterday, partially because I was so busy and partially because there’s a certain sacredness about a funeral that does demand your attention. Or it should, anyway. Overall, it was a very nice day. My father-in-law wasn’t particularly religious, so it wouldn’t have made sense to do the usual sort of pomp-and-circumstance type funeral. He wasn’t actually Buddhist either, but much of his family is so there were a lot of little touches in that respect. I actually found it to be far more comforting than other funerals I’ve attended. Maybe it’s because it was so relaxed and laid back – there was no priest, no overtone of forgiveness or sins or anything like that. (Yeah, I come from the Catholic background – every funeral I’ve been to has been dark and depressing and terribly solemn.) We had a table set up with his picture and… Read more
There’s something sort of mind-numbing about the process of death. On one level, there’s grief – however a person chooses to acknowledge it – and sometimes that can take a while. But there’s also the fact that the world as a whole doesn’t stop turning, even if time has halted in yours. There are the mundane tasks of dealing with “arrangements”, banks to be called, hospital bills to take care of, family to notify, clothes and personal belongings to sort through. And memories to hold or cast away as one must. All of it has to get done by someone, so I suspect there’s a coping mechanism of sorts that allows us a few moments of pain and then pushes us forward, back into “normality,” for at least the time it takes us to get things done. Although I have gone through this before, in some ways this is a… Read more