Today, Gentle Reader, please join me in welcoming the wonderful bustlepunk extraordinaire M.K. Hobson
to my blog. I have asked her to come by for a spot of tea.
A while back some of you may recall I read and reviewed
her novel, The Native Star.
The first in a series. I described it as, "A delightful Gaslight
Fantasy romp set slightly later in time than The Parasol Protectorate
series and in, as you may have gathered, the heathen Americas. It
features parochial upstart witch, Emily Edwards, and the deliciously
named Dreadnaught Stanton."
Since then she produced the second book in the series: The Hidden Goddess
. And now she strikes out on her own with the third book, The Warlock's Curse
About M.K. the Author:
Tea or coffee and how do you take it?
Coffee. Venti Americano with heavy cream, every morning at 8:03 a.m. from a cute barista named Patrick.
Describe your personal style for author appearances.
have an unswerving spiritual commitment to live as much of my life as
possible in pajamas. Or, failing that, in clothing that approximates
pajamas while not transgressing the bounds of human decency. So—loose
black tunic over leggings. When in public, however, I do eschew my
slippers in favor of my almost-as-comfortable-but-nowhere-near-a
s-fuzzy Doc Martens.
I were to observe the writer beast in its native environment, what
surprising thing might I see? What does the environment look like?
would find absolutely nothing surprising in my environment. It is like
every other writer's environment. It is quiet, cluttered, and dark. Upon
entering, one detects the subtle stench of despair and perversity.
Everything is coated with a fine, orange, cheeto-flavored film. There is
a long black USB cable plugged into the front of my computer which
powers my eHookah, on which I puff as I write. This is much healthier
than smoking an actual hookah, or so I am reliably informed by the
*I must interjects that I too have a secret love of cheetos.*
If you drive, what do you drive?
I do not drive. I am driven. In a luxurious 1992 Suzuki Grand Vitara that my driver calls "the runt."
No deviating: vanilla or chocolate ice cream on a plain or a sugar cone? (Gail will use this to determine your level of sanity.)
reject your false dichotomies! I am not on trial here! But since you
asked, let's logic this through together, shall we? The cone question is
easily dispensed with—a mere bagatelle, really. Plain cones (I assume
you mean those cake cones, like you get soft-serve in?) are an
abomination. But then, chocolate or vanilla? Ah, that is a far stickier
wicket! As a flavor qua flavor, vanilla's superiority is unquestionable.
But one tires of it quickly. And you did not specify whether the
hypothetical sugar cone in question bears a single or double scoop. If
it's a single scoop, then clearly, that's not enough ice cream to get
tired of—and in that case, vanilla is the clear choice. But if it's a
double scoop, I'll take chocolate. With sprinkles.
challenge. I pronounce you sane-ish, with possible over-analytical
tendencies, a bit of a duel personality, and decidedly abnormal
What's most likely to make you laugh?
with a dark, brutal undertone. The humiliation of the vain and the
casting down of the arrogant. I find the most humor in tragedy. I'm kind
of like God that way.
Since writers inevitably end up in the bar, what's your poison?
vodka soda with a twist of lime. If someone else is buying, I'll order
two at a time. The idea is to have a sufficient quantity of good hard
booze to tide you over until that damn waitress makes it back to your
table, which probably won't be until half-past-never with the service in
M.K. Hobson’s debut novel, The Native Star
first book in her Veneficas Americana series—was nominated for a Nebula
award in 2010. She lives in the first city in the United States
incorporated west of the Rockies. Her favorite writers are Theodore
Dreiser, Sinclair Lewis, Booth Tarkington, Gore Vidal, and William S.
Burroughs. The Warlock’s Curse
is her third novel. You can find out more at her website, www.demimonde.com
About The Warlock's Curse:
What should readers eat while consuming your novel?
pie. Delicious, delicious apple pie. There's a surprising amount of
pie-business in this book. Probably because I really like pie. Dammit,
now I want pie.
What form does evil take within its pages?
The poison of revenge, the absence of forgiveness, and the desire to hurt people who have hurt you. Karmic evil, basically.
Which one of your characters would you most want to kiss and why?
main characters are 18 and 17 respectively, so even speculating on that
would just be creepy and probably illegal in some states. But I'd
happily give Nikola Tesla a big ol' smooch, just to see him go all "ew
ew ew …!" and wipe his mouth with a sanitized hankie.
What's your favorite period in history and does it influence your world building?
don't have a favorite period in history as much as I have a favorite
place. America. The good ol' US of A. I am an unabashed sucker for
cornball Americana— Fourth of July fireworks, marching bands, apple-pie
eating contests, extraordinary rendition, judicial corruption—you know,
all those things that make this country great.
Which one of your characters would you most like to slap and why?
lawyer advises me that I should not answer that until I have a clearer
understanding of the context in which said slapping would take place.
Without spoilers, what's the funnest (or funniest) part of the book?
a scene where my main character, Will Edwards, gets pressured into
signing a contract in blood. It's a lot funnier than it sounds. I don't
know, I guess I just find contract signings hilarious or something.
If your story smelled of something, what would that be?
Detroit in winter—snow and steel and red brick, the cold wind off the river and smog-grimed snow. And blood. And apple pie.
The Warlock's Curse
YEAR IS 1910. Eighteen-year-old Will Edwards has landed a prestigious
apprenticeship at Detroit’s Tesla Industries, the most advanced
scientific research center in the United States. It’s a plum prize for a
young man who dreams of a career in the new science of Otherwhere
But his father doesn’t want him to go. And he won’t tell him why.
to get there by any means necessary, Will finds unexpected support
along the way. His old friend Jenny Hansen—daughter of a San Francisco
timber baron—is eager to help him for reasons of her own. And so is his
estranged brother Ben, who he hasn’t seen in over ten years.
running away turns out to be the easy part. On the first full moon after
his eighteenth birthday, Will is stricken by a powerful magic—a
devastating curse laid upon his ancestors by the malevolent sangrimancer
Aebedel Cowdray. Will must find a way to control the magic that
possesses him—or the vengeful warlock’s spirit will destroy everything
and everyone he loves.
Your Writerly Tinctures . . .
Passive Voice in Creative Writing
PROJECT ROUND UP
~ The Parasol Protectorate Abroad Book the First:
Release date Fall 2013. Writing rough draft. The elephant has exploded. Climatic battle sequence ahead.
Curtsies & Conspiracies
~ The Finishing School Book the Second:
Title changed. Copy edits incoming.
Etiquette & Espionage
~ Finishing School Book the First: Release date Feb 5, 2013.
Working promo schemes to begin September.
~ Soulless Vol. 2: (AKA Changeless
) Reviewing chapter by chapter, each drops on YenPlus
by subscription. Print release tentatively
The Boxed Set
is still on sale. Makes a great holiday gift!
Quote of the Day:
are delightful society. If you go into a room and find it full of books
- even without taking them from the shelves they seem to speak to you,
to bid you welcome."
~ William Ewart Gladstone