Ya lah, I'm
Anya / Singaporean / living in Melbourne / grey-ace / a graphic designer / working in advertising / an ex-lawyer / an illustrator / a writer / a food snob / a cat herder / a briber of dogs
huh? where is singapore?
You don't remember us? Our super-flush government only just spent a ton of money hosting an international tourism advertising extravaganza... I mean the NK-USA summit. It's ok. I know we're easy to miss. Never fear, this is why tacky map modules were coded. Behold:
I just want to read your stuff
I write so that my cats can get a better life. And to get better at writing. That too.
My post-apocalyptic dystopian novella, CRADLE AND GRAVE, is coming out in 2020 as part of Neon Hemlock's Novella series. I'm excited to join a great slate of diverse authors for this project, and I'm looking forward to everyone being able to read the book. Want a pre-retail copy? Check out the Kickstarter here.
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What about nonfiction?
I run my agency's blog, which you can find [ here ]. I remain surprised that I've been given near-absolute power over the blog, which has resulted in classics such as Writing Online Dating Profiles: Advice from an Ad Agency [ x ], Long Live Avocado Toast [ x ], and The Rise of Evil Photoshop [ x ]. Don't @ me.
Didn't you publish a novel?
I published THE FIREBIRD'S TALE in 2016 with Less than Three Press. It starts with a familiar story: a kingdom on the edge of Faerie, a Prince Who Never Smiles, and a royal mandate—whomsoever can make Prince Aleksei smile will be awarded his hand in marriage. But life is never neat, and the one who succeeds not only does so by accident: he isn’t even human.
Unfortunately, Less than Three Press closed in July 2019. I'm still trying to figure things out, but I'm working on the sequel, and I'll probably re-release this book under a pay-what-you-want model after some editing. I'm grateful to everyone who's read and supported the book and to the lovely people at Less than Three Press. I wish them all the best.
where's your portfolio?
I work at an ad agency in Melbourne and in my free time I write SF&F stories, so I don't tend to take freelance clients. You can see some of the packaging I've done out in the wild for Melbourne City Rooftop Honey though, a green initiative in Melbourne focused on ethical beekeeping. Buy their stuff [x]. It's super tasty.
you should have a blog
The previous post might have been a little grim. Leading up to the home stretch for CRADLE AND GRAVE’s kickstarter (which you can still support here), I’ve been considering a list of nonfiction articles to write that might be relevant to my novella, but I think everyone’s looking for a bit of breathing space right …
Well, this year sure escalated quickly. A long, long time ago in November 2014 (I feel like I’ve aged a million years since 2014), I took a third crack at writing an original book-length story for Nanowrimo. It didn’t get far, because my completion record for Nanowrimo tends to be quite hit and miss at …
I have a new book out this year with Neon Hemlock! It’s a post-apocalypse mutagenic city survival-horror adventure, a Fallout Weird Western. Writing it was a lot of fun – this is one of my favourite genres – and the publishing process so far has been a blast. I’ve got a couple of Twitter panels …
tell me about your cats
Here are Russ and Pascal. They are totally friends. Totally. Russ loves Pascal. You can see it in his face. Their ceasefire has been in effect since 2018.
Russ is an 11+ Birman cat with food allergies and a terrible addiction to tuna. He does not think he is a cat – he thinks he is God. He considers all cat toy offerings with supreme disdain and attempts to teach him how to "sit" with contempt. Pascal is a 1+ ginger domestic shorthair with one (1) brain cell, imperfect object permanence, and an incorrectly installed cat operating system. He likes to fight all the things. Yell at all the things. He's a 24/7 perpetual motion noise machine.
Cats make great companions for writers. Mine like to cuddle up when I'm writing on the couch. Pascal often tries to add to the word count with his butt.