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I have had to withdraw from Norwescon this year for personal and family reasons. This is no reflection on the convention or the organizers. It’s just a thing. Sorry I won’t be able to see all of y’all and talk about books and related insanity.
So, there’s been another update to my Norwescon schedule: My reading has been moved again (it’s just a timing issue) to the more-pleasant Friday at 7pm slot. So no longer on Thursday, but still the same time. The Event Page for Norwescon has been updated.
And now, I’m off to Squatchcon!
New information for Squatchcon, and Left Coast Crime has been posted to the Events Page.
Pretty exciting stuff for me: teaching a Magic Systems Workshop at SquatchCon, as well as hosting a Writers Meetup there and speaking on some cool panels. Some small changes to a reading at Norwescon, and updates on the Left Coast Crime panels I’ll be on in April. Check it out!
So, due to some personal stuff, I had to ask for a change to my reading schedule at Norwescon. I am still going to read an excerpt from Storm Waters, but it’ll be Thursday night instead of Friday afternoon.
Change info: Reading (Storm Waters novel excerpt) Thursday March 28, 7:00PM-7:30PM in Cascade 3. Because this is later, the reading will be R-rated so, now you know.
See the Event Page for additional information.
If you miss it and really really wanted to hear me read, drop a comment and I’ll see if I can work something out to create little “extra time with Kat” thing during the Con.
I’ve received information and posted what I can confirm of my Spring Convention and Events schedule. So if you want to catch up to me in March or April this year, visit the Events Page! I’m really excited to be teaching some writing and editing workshops, chatting with writers and fans, moderating and speaking on panels, and hanging out with some really cool folks around Western Washington! Hoping to see some of you out in the Wilds of Western Washington this Spring!
I was watching a video on YouTube by linguist Dr. Geoff Lindsey about the recent hate expressed for the speech phenomenon of “Vocal Fry” and some of the mechanism, sound symbolism, and other issues around it. One of the things he brings up near the end of the video is the idea that much of the of the current discussion may have an element of sexism and/or ageism to it. And, as someone who does speak with a bit of “fry” (or “creaky voice” as the British call it), well… I have an opinion.
The Vocal Fry Among American Women discussion that’s going around reminds me of a phenomenon I encountered as a singer and speaker when I was in my twenties and thirties. My male instructors/directors and coworkers (with the exception of my High School choir director Richard Stout) often directed me to sing and speak more “forward,” to sound “brighter and more open,” while my female instructors/directors and coworkers often preferred my tone when it was slightly more relaxed, or “creaky.” “Pitchier” as one of them called it. Other women, I discovered, sometimes found my “bright” tone irritating or “girly,” while men found it more “feminine,” except on the phone, where, ironically, men often told me I sounded “sexy” when my voice was more “fried.” So, yes, I do think a lot of the current public hate for “vocal fry” utilized by American women is sexism (and ageism, since it’s usually directed at women under 40.)
I’ve been working to return to my lower, more relaxed tone recently, since, as I age, I care less about how “feminine” I sound and more about how comfortable I am with my own voice.
We should be comfortable with our voices as with our bodies, we should not find ourselves attacked for what is natural and comfortable for us. I’ve always had a little bit of a lisp; I speak in a lower register than some women, and with a bit of “fry”; I have a regional accent (Central California Valley melded to “SoCal/Val”); I “whoop” when I laugh; and I’m perfectly fine with it. You should be too.
There will be a new Kat Richardson Fantasy Crime Noir novel out in November 2024 from Fairwood Press! (Working title: Storm Waters. Scroll to the bottom of the page to see the listing.)
So, I’ve been saying “damn it Marty” for a while and referring to “Marty Fucking Storm” off and on for… umm… about 5 years. And I’ve read the opening scene in several iterations at a couple of conventions, so some of you know what I am talking about. But for those who don’t:
Some wisecracking ex-bootlegger named Marty Storm turned up in my brain a while back, pestering me to write about him. He looks and sounds like a character from a classic 1930s Hollywood crime film and talks like a character out of Dash Hammett or Raymond Chandler. He’s also a water mage, owner of a shipping company based in Los Angeles and Long Beach California, with some spooky-ass family in Bayou Barataria outside of New Orleans. Initially his story was pretty grim, but over multiple revisions, it got a little less bleak, though it’s still pretty Crime Noir with a big ol’ heap of Magic. The story takes place in the first half of 1934—just before the deaths of Bonnie and Clyde, and immediately after the repeal of Prohibition—when Marty finds himself suspected of the murder of his mistress. Investigating the crime to save his own ass drags Marty back into the heart of family problems he’s been dodging for years, and magical contracts he didn’t know existed.
So after a lot of revision, rejection, more revision, more rejection, etc… I threw in the towel and got in touch with Patrick Swenson and Fairwood (who is also a big crime noir fan, like me) and he said “Yes.”
So, spread the word: Storm Waters! Historical Fantasy Crime coming in November from Kat Richardson!
Looking forward to your comments and questions.
(And, yes, I’m still editing and coaching, and I’ll be attending some conventions this year, too.)
So, I’ve gone and registered for two upcoming genre conventions in my area: Norwescon—Seattle-area’s longest-running Science Fiction and Fantasy convention, which happens over Easter Weekend (March 28-31 this year) at the Hilton-Doubletree near SeaTac airport; and Left Coast Crime—a wandering Mystery Literature convention which will be hosted at the Hyatt Regency Bellevue On Seattle’s Eastside (what a mouthful), in mid-April.
I’m already talking to the programming folks at NWC, so I will be on at least a few panels and I might be holding some workshops. LCC is a bit of a different beast, since the programming folks essentially look at who wants to be on programming and what they are good at or interesting to hear talking about, and then stick them on a panel that fits. Or don’t. Because you don’t attend Mystery conventions as a pro the same way you attend SFF cons. Panel selection is based on the programming folks knowledge of the genre and the attendees, so the panels are likely to be created to showcase the writers and other pros that the attendees are most likely to want to see or hear from, plus a few smaller names to round out the panel and give the newer or lesser-known folks a hand up. Therefore, I have no idea if I’ll be on anything at all. But it’s always fun to hang out with the Mystery Fans and writers regardless.
So if any of you are hoping to catch up to me in person before the my next book comes out (sometime next year) that’s a couple of places you can find me. Hope to see some of you around!
I haven’t been getting anything but spam here for about 6 months. I figured you guys just didn’t have anything to say to me, which was sad, but understandable. But today I discovered that WPMail forms has been borked for months and not sending mail to me because the value in the “from email” —which was provided by WPMail itself!—is unacceptable. It’s fine using the same information in the “reply to” part of the backend, but not in the “from email” part. What fun, eh? So, until I figure the bastard thing out or replace it completely, I’m stuck asking you all to contact me through my professional mail, which is: kat.rchrdsn at gmail.com Fun stuff… (if you love spam, depression, and paranoia.)
The following is a rant cut and pasted from my spewing on Blue Sky about new AI Training policy at Zoom. I shall now reproduce my rant here, so I don’t have to keep on cutting-and-pasting all over the Internet:
I’m not naive to the fact that all business now pads its nest with data scraping and selling information about its consumers to other businesses, but…
For Crying Out Loud! Now it’s not just my prefs and personal data, but my actual self that’s for sale *without my permission AND I don’t get paid!*
There’s a common legal concept that the one thing you absolutely own is yourself. (I did spend a lot of time hanging around with lawyers in my youth.)
If I do not own me, I own nothing and have no inherent rights.
If a company can unilaterally decide that the essence of another’s Self is theirs for the taking simply because I utilize their platform (for which I pay) then I am no longer mine.
Is this not the definition of slavery—to not own yourself? to have no control over your body, your thoughts, your essential being? Are we not appalled by this? We should be.
And I could go on, but I’ll stop here because I already spend too much time wibbling between rage and despair.