Prim Perfect Magazine interviewed me last week! Learn my thoughts on women in Steampunk literature, the burden of colonialism, why I write steampunk 'my way' and how I originally became a steampunk.
The Brassbright Chronicle
“When are you going to pay the old lady for your last week’s washing?”
I blame Gail Carriger for having lost nearly my entire day to obsessing over Acquaintance Cards. She made mention of them on her Book of Faces, and I oh-so-innocently clicked the link, which took me to Vintage Everyday, a rather delightful blog, in which I landed directly on a dangerously addictive page.
Thank you for subscribing to the Brassbright Chronicle, delivered daily by one of our fleet of fresh-faced, enthusiastic urchins, directly into your shrubbery or decorative fountain at the crack of dawn. Be warned: You have now entered an alternate reality, that of the land of Industralia. That noise you hear is the Victorian Era groaning under the weight of steampunk, anachronisms, puns, wacky humor and hopefully most of all, endearing and engaging characters and stories.
It’s a warm Saturday in the summer of 1872, and somewhere in Steamkettle Bay, bad things are happening. Can Paisley Pockets and Christopher Cogan stop a crime in progress? They may be just a couple of kids, but where there's a will and, some smarts, there just might be a way
“You never know how high you can fly until you try.”
Constance is a wild, stubborn young girl growing up poor in a small industrial town. But beneath her thread-worn exterior beats the heart of a dreamer and a wordsmith. She feeds her hunger for reading by picking the lock on the local bookstore late at night to enjoy her own private reading room. But at age twelve, she’s orphaned. With no relatives to take her in, the local authorities scheme to take charge of the bewildered girl’s life. Running away to join the circus—like kids do in adventure books—seems like such a brilliant idea… or is it?