It’s time for another Talk Tuesday To Us! Excitingly this one is on the right day. Today we’re getting to know the lovely Paige Orwin, pictured lounging to the right. Her debut novel The Interminables, a genre defying superhero urban fantasy, is set for release on July 5 (North America) and July 7 (UK).
So without further delay, here’s what Paige had to say:
Complete this sentence: Rewriting is…
…my favorite. Rewriting means I’ve already gotten some work done, and now it’s just fine-tuning it. It’s much easier than pulling words out of nowhere.
Complete this sentence: Blogging is…
…something I need to do more of. I’m still trying to figure out this ‘public presence’ thing.
Got a nickname?
Snicklefritz. Thanks, Mom.
We’re buying… what’ll you have?
Do you plan in detail or set off hopefully?
I sort of write an outline. Then I sort of follow the outline. Sort of. It’s hard for me to account for all of the introduced variables in something so complicated ahead of time, and ideas change while I’m working, so I can’t lock myself into anything too strict.
First story you told?
A space opera co-written with three friends that, for some reason, had three alien protagonists: a cat-like princess of the absurdly aggressive and bureaucratic Kia Empire, a four-winged fourth-wall-breaking parrot with antennae, and a spiky dinosaur cyborg ambassador from a species that predated the current universe (guess which one was mine). They were all basically young upstarts who had to work together to get a spaceship running and go out to confront the Ghost Fleet, which was a menace controlled by an ancient four-winged parrot alien named Dunonendaine who had a grudge against the Empire for conquering her planet just as they were discovering spaceflight and denying them the right to the stars on their own terms.
Among other things, Imperial computing technology operated more like magical enchantment and required machines to be made of blocks of incredibly dense materials to store enough mojo for them to function. The capital planet got its power from MASSIVE LASERS shot through wormholes from generator complexes surrounding black holes, and consequently its atmosphere was an ionized stormy mess all the time and it needed huge evaporator bulkheads to keep mega-hurricanes from smashing all its cities. We called it “Star Quest” and it was awesome.
Panchito, my writing netbook! Panchito is tiny and old and slow and not good for much besides not taking up much space, playing music, and word-processing, which is why I purchased it. Panchito is too stupid to run video games. Panchito keeps me focused. Panchito runs Q-10, which is the most lightweight writing program I could find, so that means it usually displays nothing but green text on a black screen while I’m working and can make typewriter noises when I so desire.
Favourite building or structure?
There’s a building in downtown Valparaiso, in Chile, that has classical columns and white stonework and all the other hallmarks of a classy old building, and it’s about the same height as all the other classy old buildings near it. You don’t look twice at it, walking past. It fits in perfectly.
….and then you realize that the building is twice as tall as you thought it was because the architect hid the rest of it in the sky.
Incidentally, Valparaiso is the city that inspired my “neighborhood-fortress,” Barrio Libertad. It’s amazing. Look it up sometime
I’m also fond of this mecha and this bridge:
And basically architecture and big machinery are two of my most favorite things so I should stop before I go hunt down more pictures.
SPEAKING OF MECHA:
Would you rather fight one giant mecha or ten duck sized cyborgs?
The thing about giant mecha is that you always know where they are and they’re easier to hit than something the size of a duck. Ducks can hide anywhere. Ducks are bad news. I’ll take one baddie the size of a skyscraper that can be fought with love and teamwork over a swarm of terrors that could assault me without warning at my desk or in the shower, thanks.
Tell us a secret.
I go by “she” for the sake of convenience. I don’t really like being referred to as a woman (or even the alternative): gendered words have too many connotations that don’t feel accurate. I’m just a female-configured human, man, I don’t see why my model type should dictate how I’m supposed to think or feel or act.
If anyone asks, I’m a battleship. They go by “she,” too!
What’s the view from your writing window?
A patio littered with deck chairs, a bird feeder occupied by a half-size squirrel and the fattest wren in the world, a grassy yard with roses that isn’t mine but belongs to the back-door neighbor, madrona trees full of robins and sparrows and raccoons, and the curving grey arc of a bridge with streetlights cresting its back, traffic suspended over grey water and the view of distant pines and the Seattle ferry making its rounds.
It’s the kind of place where you look up and see an aircraft carrier gliding past like a bad CGI effect, blotting out the opposite shore and trailed by Coast Guard boats.
That window is the entire reason I live where I do.
Keep your eyes peeled for more Talk Tuesday To Us/Fresh Meat Mondays in the coming weeks!