Caitlin Sweet
Blog Archive
For many years, I had a blog. I posted sporadically at best, initially, then almost never. I don’t intend to have another, here, but wanted to make the archive available. Ursula K. Le Guin, Top Gun, cats…Take a look.
Godzillapods & Mrs. Watts
Peter's new book came out a couple of days ago. It's been lauded in Publishers Weekly, Locus, the Los Angeles Review of Books; accrued a slew of multi-starred reviews on Amazon and Goodreads; inspired incredibly detailed renderings of its featured spacecraft, by fans...
Meta-Me
I spent my four BA years reading, thinking about reading, writing about reading. I read Milton and Hesse, Lorca and Kincaid, Senghor and de Beauvoir, Borges and Whichever “Anonymous/es” Wrote Beowulf. I hunkered down in sentences and examined individual words; I built...
The Writing Process Blog Tour: I Take the Baton, and Pass it
Last week, Peter Watts tagged me in something called “The Writing Process Blog Tour”. I’m going to be lazy, and let him outline the terms: “It’s kind of an authorial chain letter. An author receives a series of questions (presumably of interest to the reading public);...
Accidental magic: an idiot abroad
I'll be going to London in a little over a month. I haven't been there since I was three. My personal memories of it, therefore, are non-existent. My collective unconscious-type memories of it, though, are varied and vivid. There it is, in old family photos, in...
Mycenean Dragons and Other Unanticipated Things
Book Two: 59,549 words. Some of those words are plot notes I've incorporated into the text—but basically: 59,500 words. And they all terrify me. It's true: I've never known how my books are going to end until I've been mere pages away from their respective endings....
Mountains, Minotaurs, Meggie–and Some Mulling on Good Fortune
Behold: a (modest) mountain of mountains with doors. My editor/publisher brought me a bagful of these when she met me for lunch, last week. I returned to the day job with them and immediately sold two, to co-workers who won't be able to come to my launch. The apparent...
Gabriel y Nelly: meditación y memoria
University was really, really hard for me, at first. I'd been lucky, in high school: I'd had one teacher who didn't mind when I wrote my novel in Latin class; another who allowed one of my Canadian Lit classmates to read my oh-so-unpublished novel while the rest of us...
Handsomely Rewarded
Months ago, Elder Daughter observed that I don't listen to music. She was right: I haven't listened to music regularly in over a year—and even then, it was old music, stuff I had on CD years before I even owned an iPod. It's been years since I heard something new and...
Prescription Proscription, with Prevarication
I came late to Stephen King. I’m not sure why: it’s not as if I’ve ever had anything against commercial genre fiction. What I am sure of: I've just discovered, however belatedly, that I get a profound kick out of his books—all of them, even the ones people tell me are...
Once Upon a Bun
In November 2012, I wrote about bunny love. At the time, Bunbun, aka Slippers Houdini, aka The Probe, had just been diagnosed with head tilt disease. I felt moved by what we were certain would be her imminent demise to write about bunnies in general, and about the...