Interview with the rather glorious Kate Coe

Whoop! Very excited to have this interview with Kate Coe on my blog. She is an incredible writer, a patient editor and all round thoroughly wonderful person.

Kate is an editor, book reviewer and writer of fiction and fantasy. She writes the sparkpunk GreenSky series, a wide variety of short stories, and blogs at In real life she’s a librarian, lives with an engineer and lazy cat, and fills her spare time in between writing with web design, gaming, geeky cross-stitch and DIY (which may or may not involve destroying things). She also reads far fewer books that she would like to, but possibly more than she really has time for.

If you want to find out more about her, here’s the deets:

All questions were created by Grim and Bold, our feline overlords:

So, this story you’ve written. What’s it about? Why should I interrupt my nap-time to read it?

First, it’s a novella, so you don’t have to interrupt your nap-time for long! (Although there are also others in the same universe, so you could stay awake if you wanted to). It’s about a desert runner who really doesn’t like people much, but when a group of engineers trying to install a new electricity line go missing, their boss wants to find out what’s happened…and enlists Moel, along with others, to find out.

Where do you get inspiration? Where did the ideas for your latest novel come from?

My latest novel was actually inspired by a medieval square in Bologna, a guitar-player, and a random thought about the Pied Piper of Hamelin…and the latest GreenSky novella was inspired by the telegraph lines and their spread across the world, and how that would work if you throw two antagonistic countries into the mix.

Who’s your favourite imaginary friend? Is there anyone you don’t like?

In the GreenSky series, my favourite is Toru; he’s an engineer and a Lord, and he’s spoiled, wilful, and takes over every scene he’s in. He’s also adorable, so I have to forgive him. From one of my other series, I both adore and hate the relationship between Ghost and Luk; they’re ex-partners, and they continuously snipe at each other. It’s thoroughly amusing but it does tend to stall the plot in snarky banter!

What are your plans to conquer the world?

I could tell you, but then you’d just steal my ideas.

What research rabbit-holes have you been down while writing? What was the most interesting, or the most tedious?

Artifical sweeteners were probably the most intense, and stone circles in Yorkshire was the most interesting – I got into stone carvings, Neolithic settlements and Tarot meanings…

How often do you provide a cat sleeping spot- I mean, write? Do you have a comfy chair and a routine, or do you freelance cat-nap style?

I freelance! I can usually be found on a sofa, but the position and specific sofa vary.

When you’re not writing, what do you spend your time doing? Besides looking at cat pictures on the internet, obviously.

I am an editor, typesetter, book-reader and if I get a free moment, I’m trying to catch up on Avatar: The Last Airbender and eat my bodyweight in dim sum. Small goals.

Is there anything you’ve read/seen recently that would be worthy of my attention?

I am adoring Cassandra Khaw’s Food Of The Gods, Yoon Ha Lee’s Machineries of Empire trilogy, Adrian Tchaikovsky’s Children of Time, The Underwater Ballroom anthology, Anachronism by Jennifer Lee Rossman, and from recent films, I really liked Black Panther. I think all of those books would be suitable for sleeping on, so you should approve.

If you kindly brought your human a present, and they scream and tell you that they don’t like dead mice – that’s just rude, isn’t it?

I’d much rather have a dead mouse than a live one, if only because I don’t appreciate the exercise, so it is rather rude to reject a dead one.

Cats. Fabulous, or completely fabulous?

Very fabulous. Miniature panthers are my favourite too!

What’s your second-favourite food? Because obviously you are a human of taste and discretion, and therefore your favourite is tuna.

I’m rather fond of pizza, and I love char sui buns.

Bold’s bow tie: excellently stylish, or rather dashing?

Excellently dashing, although I’m sure polka dots would suit very well too?

On a scale of ‘excellent’ to ‘needs more practise’, how good are you at giving ear scritches?

My miniature tyrant assures me that I am suitable.

By the way, I left you a present behind the chair. I hope you like hairballs.

I’d rather have a hairball than a live bird, so it’s appreciated.

Kate’s latest work of genius:

Due out 4th May

Moel is a runner, a desert inhabitant who makes her living carrying messages across the sun-baked plains, content in her silence. But when a group of engineers from Meton are caught in a rockslide, politics abruptly brings Moel into the world again, and she meets others who have been pulled back to their pasts by Ziricon’s desire to gain the power of spark without the costs.


BristolCon 2017

I am in my PJs after another amazing time at this incredible, intimate, utterly friendly and wonderful convention.

BristolCon (and its fringe events) is a gorgeous 1 day convention. Essentially, it is all about supporting local talent, whether it’s writing, art or music. (Although local in this case now extends to Wales and up North). It’s fabulously friendly, there’s no cliques as you can sometimes get at bigger conventions, and no competition. Everyone is there to support and share and just enjoy SF&F.

This year, I had to get there by coach but Bristol is a cool city and fun to walk through. I arrived just before 10 and well before the panel I was on.

This year I got to sit on a panel on Infodumping with Peter Newman, Dyrk Ashton, Jacey Bedford and moderated by Juliet E McKenna, which was super-exciting because these are BIG names and I got to sit with them and talk with them about writing stuff! I always get really nervous before a panel but I just did me, I made people laugh and I held my own with some really intelligent people, whose work I love.

I did a reading from book 2 afterwards, which seemed to be well received (people laughed when they were supposed to, and clapped loudly).

I also signed two copies of ‘Cruelty’, sold to people who’d been in the panel/reading. That never gets old. Never. Ever. I love it. I got to meet two amazing people, who were intrigued by what I had put out there and wanted to read more. It made my day. I couldn’t stop grinning. Especially as they both said I was engaging and funny and interesting.

What added to my personal joy was that a third person wanted the book but we’d run out of copies. Hopefully, they’ll buy from Amazon.

Now, those aren’t huge numbers but it is a big deal to an author in a small press. And it wasn’t just me who sold today; my fellow Grimmies did well too.

I also got to touch the BFS trophy today as well! We won Best Small Press this year, and we took every opportunity to mention it. Well, we wouldn’t we? We work hard and it has paid off, big time. We create amazing fiction and hopefully, the award will help us get the recognition Grimbold deserves.

I also attended the Map making panel, which the lush Sophie E Tallis moderated, and which gave me lots of ideas for Book 3. After that, I listened to Joel Cornah reading an extract from one of his books. I loved every moment and have added it to my TBR pile (which is getting ever bigger.)

The best part of BristolCon (any Con for that matter) is seeing people, meeting new people and catching up with friends. I chatted with Steven Poore, and Will Macmillian-Jones, caught up with Joanne Hall, Ali Sims, saw Roz Clarke briefly but got a lush Roz hug, bought art from Sophie, met Joel’s talented brother Josh (his art is stunning and he draws the Grim and Bold web comic), chatted with the incredible Anna Spark Smith, author of ‘Court of Broken Knives’, and met so many lovely people whose names escape me, apart from the lovely Philip Ridgers (who hadn’t been to a Con before) and Naomi Scott (with whom Sophie and I chatted with about Native American mythology and who asked me a cracking question in my panel). Oh, and I also met the lovely official photographer, Thomas David Parker who does awesome work. Check out his Instagram.

I’ve had a lovely day and I can’t to wait to do it all again for BristolCon10

See you there next year?

Love Ellen. Xx


It’s BristolCon tomorrow! I am so excited! It’ll be my 4th year attending, and my 3rd year contributing. This year I am on the panel about infodumping at 12 and will be reading an extract from Book 2 immediately afterwards in Programme Room 2.

I love this convention. It’s intimate and a place where lots of fans of SF&F, big names, indies and self-pub, come together to share this incredible culture that we have. I get to see friends that I haven’t seen for a while, chat with fellow writers, explore incredible art and find new writers that I would not have found otherwise.

If you’ve never been to a Con, or if you a regular attender, if you’re looking for something new to read or experience, if you want to support upcoming talent or local talent, I can not recommend this event enough.

If you are attending, come say ‘Hi’ to me or other Grimmies. We’re a lovely bunch and very friendly.

See you soon

Ellen. Xx

I am the one in four.

October is my favourite time of year; autumn is settling in, the world is ablaze with the golds and reds of the season, a much needed half term is not far away and I can cozy up in comfy jumpers.

But October is also bittersweet. It has become pregnancy and infant loss month. This week (9th-15th) seems to have been designated Infant Loss Awareness Week. You may have seen posts on social media saying this, adding ‘I am the one in four’ (1 in 4 women will experience miscarriage/stillbirth in their lives).

I am the one in four.

I have never made a secret of my miscarriage. In June 2014, I went for a routine scan and had suffered a missed miscarriage. I wrote about it in October 2014 and I can’t believe that it was three years ago.

The pain did indeed grow less, as is the nature of grief, but I have not forgotten. You can’t, not really. I was blessed and got pregnant again that same year with my wonderful Isabella. If that first pregnancy had gone to term, I wouldn’t have her. That doesn’t mean I don’t think about that baby, that I don’t wonder about what they’d be like, that I don’t sometimes get a little knot of sadness in my chest when my memory throws a curve ball at me.

I have read lots of things this week about pregnancy and infant loss. There is more out there than there was three years ago. This is a good thing. When I lost VBF, I had to scour the web for someone, anyone, to talk to. I found lots of cold, medical stuff, none of which was helpful because I needed to find another woman to tell me I wasn’t alone. That it wasn’t my fault.

Now, they aren’t hard to find. It means that any woman, or couple, going through this knows that they aren’t alone, that there is no rhyme or reason, sometimes, to this kind of loss. I know a lot of women who have lost a baby in my life and who don’t hide from it. That’s good We need to be more open, to continue to remove the stigma because it is no one’s fault. Sometimes it is just a missing puzzle piece or a cruel twist of the cord.

If you have suffered infant or pregnancy loss, know that you are not alone, you did nothing wrong, it isn’t your fault. There are lots of groups out there but The Miscarriage Association really helped me in my darkest days. Their website is here if you need them.

Until next time

Ellen xoxo

Introvert problems.

I feel I have been slighted.

I don’t know that I definitely have but I feel it.

I feel that I am the lowest person on everyone’s priorities (including my own).

I don’t know it but I feel it.

I don’t think anyone takes me very seriously or cares about the things that I create, especially my writing lately.

I don’t know it but I feel it.

And what do you do with feelings? Do you cause a ruckus because of some perceived slight, even when none was intended? Do you throw a hissy fit and demand that people pay attention to you, praise your art, soothe your ego, return reviews when you have written ones for them?

For some people, yes, that would be their course of action. But for me, I can’t. What if I upset someone else in explaining that they upset me, especially if it was unintentional? I already carry enough guilt, I don’t want anymore.

And people don’t owe me review for review, that’s not how it works. I gave a review of a novel or artist because I love the work. I didn’t do it to get kudos. Even if it does irk me that people ask me for reviews of their stuff for promotion and don’t offer to do the same for me. And I wouldn’t ask directly anyway. Makes me feel like I’d be making a big deal out of it.

So what do I do? I stew. I bite my tongue. I remind myself that people are not out to get me, that no one is deliberately trying to upset me, though if you start a fight, I will give you one. A pushover, I am not.

Mostly, I withdraw. Not for sympathy but to process, adjust and move on. I can’t judge people by what I would do but just sometimes, it would be nice to be seen, for people to realise that I’m not all smiley happy really, that my writing matters to me way more than I like to think about. But I won’t say anything. I’ll keep up my façade of capable and affable. And write blog posts.

Until next time

Ellen xox

Run, run, run, run-run, run…

I am fat. I have nearly always been fat though I have done the whole spectrum of poor eating and nutrition. I’ve been as skinny as 7.5stone and as heavy as 20.5 stone (yikes!) But mostly, I have been fat.

My weight has always haunted me. I can remember from my earliest days being taunted by other children for being heavy and I remember finding solace in food. When I was 16/17 I did the whole binge, puke, punish cycle and I still have an issue with vomit as a result. It’s not an unusual story other than I have super healthy blood-pressure and low chlosterol. Go figure. I am a medical mystery. Well, at least according to every GP I meet. ‘Gee, for a woman of your weight, you are healthy.’

And I am. Even at my heaviest, I could move, at a fairly brisk pace, I was able to do my job and even conceived a baby that I brought to term. The feared gestational diabetes and pre-eclampsia never happened, though it was all any medical professional talked about until that final consultation when a lovely female doctor weighed me and commented that I was fifty pounds lighter than my weigh-in on my very first appointment. She sat me down and asked if I was ok, if I had deliberately been trying to lose weight. I hadn’t; morning sickness had been dreadful in the first trimester and I could barely keep down water. I didn’t really recover my appetite but it wasn’t a conscious decision.

What struck me is that that young doctor was the only person in my pre-natal care who gave a shit about the person underneath the fat, the scared and excited woman who is still terrified of letting her child down because she is overweight.

It is possible to be healthy outside of BMI designations. It is an outdated system that doesn’t adequately dictate health. Neither does it take into consideration conditions like PCOS or lypodoema or hypothydroidism where, without medical intervention, sufferers can gain weight at the drop of a hat, even when they eat well and exercise regularly.

I don’t suffer from any such condition, although I have been tested for them. I am just fat. Poor food choices and a sedentary lifestyle.

I can actually workout though and workout hard; I can keep up with the Insanity workout and Jillian Michaels DVDs but I have pushed myself too hard and injured myself. I then have to rest and recover, but then bad habits creep back in.

I don’t mind being plus-sized, having curves or boobs and a bum but I hate my belly. It sticks out a mile and, although I’m down 3 dress sizes, there’s still things I can’t wear and that bums me out.

I joined Slimming World in January this year and started running in June. I started with Couch to 5k and now am running 5k three times a week. I can do it in about 34 mins, which is not bad for someone who hates exercise. I also have a 30 Day Fitness App that I do in tandem with the running to help me tone up.

For me, this is about being fitter and healthier, to make sure that I am able to be around for as long as possible for my family and the new diet and exercise regime will (hopefully) ensure that.

I have also just signed up for the Ron Hill UK #RunEveryDay challenge for October and have completed 7 days of it. I get up at 5.15 and am out the door at 5.30 for the run. As a teacher, mum, writer and editor it is literally the only time I can go.

I am another 30lbs lighter than I was when I got pregnant with my daughter. I feel better in myself, stronger and more at peace too. The little voices that try to undermine me are too tired to chip at me and the voices which help me work through stories and plot holes are invigorated by the exercise.

I may not be able to run every day for October but I am going to give it a bloody good go.

Until next time,

Ellen xoxo

My Julie, my oldest and dearest friend

This is my Julie:

We have been friends since September 1998, when I joined Ballymena Academy. We’ve been pretty inseperable since then. We had some epic fallouts in our younger days but those are far behind us.

I love her. I love her like another sister. She is my closest and dearest friend and has always been there for me. We have had some wonderful times together: we were the first the other told when we got engaged, we were each other’s chief bridesmaids, when ‘Cruelty’ was launched, she flew across in secret to be there for it, we are the godmothers to each others’ children.

And we’ve been there when things were tough. I lost a baby in June 2014 and she sat up, into the small hours of the night, just letting me sob all my pain down the phone. When sadly, the same thing happened to her in the October, I did the same for her. She was the first person I told when I got pregnant with Isabella (after my mother) and I was the first person she told when she was pregnant with Bethannie. She loves me so much that she left her beautiful little girl at six weeks (and who was suffering with a terrible dairy intolerance) to attend Izzy’s baptism.

Julie is the kindest, sweetest, sassiest woman I know. She is an incredible friend, who will do anything for anyone and I am so blessed to have her in my life. I know I can always rely on her for whatever I need, and I hand on heart know I’d do the same for her.

Friendships like ours are rare. There are marriages that don’t last as long as our friendship. We can go months without speaking but pick it up as if we’d only said goodbye the day before. Whatever happens, I know that we always have each other.

I love you Julie.

Until next time

Ellen xoxo