Kendare Blake lives and writes in Lynnwood, Washington, with her weird husband and their fangless cat-son. When she’s not writing, she feels like a useless blob who should be writing. She enjoys eating most foods, moderately strenuous hikes, and slow motion tennis. ANTIGODDESS is available Sept. 10th. For more information, visit her blog and Twitter.
Let the conversation begin!
If I gave you a brick, what would you do with it?
Paint eyes and a tail on it and name it Victor.
If you were to attend a costume party tonight, who would you be?
I would be Daniel-san, from the Karate Kid. Because I have the costume on hand. Unfortunately, since I’m Asian, it would look more like Miyagi in Daniel-san’s clothes.
What is your concession stand must-have at the movies?
Can I just sneak in an entire hot meal? Because I love an entire hot meal at the movies. I’ll sit way far off by myself and have totally silent packaging, I promise.
What inspired you to write your first book?
The sheer need to get it out of me. If you have a book clawing at the insides of your head and nothing short of narcotics will shut it up, chances are, you’re a writer.
What do you think you do best in your writing? Bragging is encouraged.
Dialogue. I do dialogue okay. Or at least the characters in my head always know what they want to say.
Is there anything you find particularly challenging in writing? What comes easily?
The middle. Oh, how I dread the middle. It seems to go on forever, like I’ll never see the other side. I’m about to start something new this month, and I hope I can stretch out the beginning, have one line of middle, and then hop to the end. I mean, that’s realistic, isn’t it?
Who’s your favorite author and what is it that really strikes you about his/her work?
Caitlin R. Kiernan is probably my most admired writer. Her voice is so strong, and she always nails the tone. It doesn’t matter what she writes, if it’s about a man or a woman, a young girl or a changeling, the tone and the voice is right on. Sometimes I’ll read something and am very aware that I am reading it. Me. That my mood or circumstance is coloring the read. But not with Kiernan. Her worlds are HER worlds, and you don’t forget it.