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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Tag Archives: health stuff
So I guess I’m just never destined to blog on a regular basis at this point, but I’ll continue to try. As far as book news goes – the edits for Magpie’s Fall were finally completed a few weeks ago – I’ve gone through them and turned them back over to my editor and it’s currently out for a cold read with a few people. I should have that back shortly and failing any other setbacks, I will have it formatted and ready to go for publication at some point in June (once I know the exact date and the pre-order info and all that I’ll post it ASAP.) Print will most likely follow a short time after that, but my goal here is to get the ebook out as quickly as I can. It’s been a long road and I’m sorry for that, but circumstances were beyond my control… 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
I actually hate this phrase. I hear it all the time, usually dealing with chronic illness, and I have to admit it tends to be the last admission to myself when I realize that once again I’m afflicted with some sort of “we don’t really know how to fix this or test for it, but we can treat it. Maybe. Sorry” disease. Like everything else, a confirmed diagnosis is both good (yay, I know what I have!) and bad. (Boo! Everything hurts and nothing helps.) I guess you could call it a five stages of grief thing, as you desperately research everything you can about said issue, throwing yourself at doctors and home remedies in the off chance that maybe this particular herb will be the miracle you’re looking for. And then there’s anger/sadness/depression and all that…and eventually acceptance. The new normal, such as it is. But I’m not here… Read more