Category: Conventions


I’m in full withdrawal mode, still captivated and bewitched by the magic of a weekend in the company of steampunks at the Weekend at the Asylum, Lincoln, UK.  The event was named as a Convivial…a perfect description and organised by two extraordinary people. ..Lady Elsie and Thadeus Tinker and their hardworking team of stalwart volunteers.

As you enter the doors to the main hall, a big sign says ‘Steampunks , Be Splendid!’ And they are truly splendid in every meaning of the word. Never have I enjoyed the company of such a generous-spirited, warm, friendly group of people…utterly bonkers in the best possible way.  Their all inclusive ethos meant a hospitable welcome to people of all ages, ethnicity and gender choices. It was a full-on celebration of the individuality, creativity  and basic decency of human beings.  The underlying theme was fun…warm-hearted, jolly good fun with the echoes of fair play and chivalry of an earlier age. Where else would you get hard fought, though gentlemanly duels of biscuit dunking!

A packed but not ungainly program of diverse events was spread across the attractive Lincoln Castle site, the Lawns main building, the castle dungeons and grounds.  The Bazaar Eclectica in the dungeons held a glittering, seductive treasure trove of must have steampunk and gothic items such as beautiful jewellery,  fascinating devices and  glamorous clothes…I avoided it like the plague, being  so broke!

But it didn’t matter if you didn’t wear Victorian garb or come festooned with wondrous mechanisms that flashed and whirred in their clockwork and steampowered magnificence.  Everyone was treated with such friendliness. But I bet those  in civvies left planning their look for the next event.

As a guest author, I actually had an entourage …the hard working and lovely team of Michele and Andrew Brenton from my publishers Endaxi Press. We also  invited two of my friends Darren Demondaz and Hayley Exhayle  to play my characters Cyrus Darian and his exquisite Lady during the book’s official launch.   As beautiful on the inside as they are on the outside, professional goth models, Hayley and Darren were wonderful, helping us all through the weekend. A pair of gothically black diamonds!

Cyrus Darian and the Technomicron was duly launched in a happy celebration of bubbly, sausage rolls and an invasion of wonderfully attired sky pirates! Led by Emilia Etherheart aka Eve Weaver of Addiction Designs, their wicked kidnap of the Lady was foiled by a ransom of a bottle of champagne.

It felt daunting when I saw our Endaxi table placed inbetween established steampunk stalwarts, the marvelous Robert Rankin and Pax Britannia author Jonathan Green.  Also nearby was another  well known steampunk author , Toby Frost.Though best known as a dark fantasy author, I am a newbie to the world of steampunk fiction…I hope Cyrus Darian will be as warmly welcomed by this wonderful community as I was at this stupendous event.

Also enjoying the celebration were my good friends , talented author and ever glam Sam Stone , another enthusiastic convert to all things steampunk along with  her daughter Linzi.  Sam’s partner, David J Howe of Telos Publishing , was in good spirits , presenting his first works of fiction for many years, a collection of his  own short stories and scripts called ‘Talespinning.’

Those of us of a certain age were awestruck at the presence of one of their childhood heroes as guest of honour….no less than Wilf Lunn himself, the man who entertained us on telly with his wierd , wonderful and working contraptions long  before the term ‘steampunk’ was dreamt up.  He was delightful, I am cherishing his signed prints of  eccentric mechanisms.

Other guests of honour were  the excellent Robert Rankin and Frazier Hines, actor, author and thoroughly entertaining speaker.

On Saturday night, we danced the night away at the Empire Ball, though more energetic Convivial members went to pogo away to live bands at the other evening event.  Among the performers at the Ball was Robert Rankin’s delightful and talented wife, Rachel who is a world champion steel drums player. Who knew Lady Gaga’s music could sound so good played on a steel drum?

One enduring memory of the evening was of four fine gentlemen dancing, the floor to themselves, resplendant in their Victorian finery, top hats and canes, lost in the energy of Teenage Kicks. It summed up the whole eccentric, joyous , creative ethos behind steampunk. Well done, sirs, you were indeed splendid!

Sunday passed by in a happy blur, with more wine and sausage rolls at the launch of Hateful Heart, the latest in Sam Stone’s superb Vampire Gene series. Sam enthralled us with a reading from her new book. David proved he was no slouch in the writing department  by reading  extracts from his rivetting new collection.

Then with  a bitter-sweet atmosphere of  celebration of the fun we all had and mourning it was all over, the event reluctantly finished with prize givings and a speech by Thadeus Tinker. He said there were many symptoms of Asylum-itis..including an aching of the face muscles from so much smiling and laughter.  An overwhelming need to plan the next Asylum even before this was one was over.

I have definitely caught a bad case of Asylum-itis… I am already counting the days until the next one! And my face did ache from an overdose of smiling.

Steampunks…..you are all truly splendid and in the crass modern vernacular…you rock !!!

All the odds seemed stacked against me attending my first Alt Fiction in Derby, a one day convention to celebrate alternative fiction, horror, fantasy and sci fi.

I was invited to do a podcast…another first…a discussion about horror and dark fantasy with  author Kim Lakin Smith.

Of course two days before, a sore throat and the voice started going… a  nightmare…a mimed podcast has limited appeal…Then came the spectre of  Esme the ancient mini breaking down on the way as she was clearly not herself.

A couple of days frantically gargling medicine, looking up train time and the man of the house working hard on the car and everything finally fell into place. I was off the Alt Fiction.

A pre-conference night of insomnia, an early start and still fretting whether Esme could make it didn’t diminish my high spirits though I risked my throat singing show tunes all the way up the MI to keep alert and  awake. Shocked faces in passing cars confirmed my family’s insistance I should never, ever be allowed to sing Bali Hi…anywhere in the Universe.

I found the venue…The Quad in central Derby city easily and walked into the conference with a sigh of relief..made it !  The organising team of volunteers were marvels, good humoured, hard working and enthusiatic with smiles as bright as their red t shirts…you guys did an amazing job…thank you !

There were discussion panels running in two rooms all day, plus a busy program of podcasts with imput from the audiences, a dealers room and signings. I confess to being too busy nattering to other writers and readers to attend anything but two events. A lively discussion on horror and dark fantasy , chaired by Kim Lakin Smith with Marie O’Regan, Tim Lebbon and Paul Kane.  I also went to hear Rob Shearman give a reading of one of his strange and wonderful short stories brought to vibrant life by his excellent delivery. Also Graham Joyce  read from his latest book , he told us Hollywood has bought a film option on it prior to publication. Exciting ! You could hear a pin drop as we listened to such beautiful, moving writing.

Then it was time for the podcast. This turned out not to as daunting as I dreaded, Kim is a delightful, articulate lady and passionate about both her writing and the  dystopian city scapes, folklore and history that inspire  her. Kim’s work includes science fiction , gas and steam punk and dark fantasy short stories and novellas.  Her debut novel Tourniquet is published by Immanion Press.  We had a fascinating discussion with each other and with the enthusiastic audience and the hour seemed to pass  in an eyeblink!

By now exhausted, I left the conference still busy and buzzing. to return home but met disaster after a few miles along the A52. Esme began to spew smoke, filling up the car within seconds. I pulled over at a petrol station, terrifying the lone attendent convinced the car was about to explode and take us all out in a huge explosion. Another driver pointed out the water pouring out of the engine…it was smelly steam not smoke. Phew! None of us including Esme were destined to meet a fiery demise.

Luckily a knight in shining RAC uniform came swiflty to my rescue, fixed Esme and sent me on my way…singing more show tunes including another rendition of Bali Hi and inexplicably a medley of cockney knees up songs…anything to keep me awake!

A long, long and eventful day but well worth it, Alt Fiction is a gem of an event and highly recommended to all readers, new writers and published authors of speculative fiction.  It is busy therefore packed with events, yet fun and in an intimate setting that encourages strangers to chat to each other, a networking dream !

Cyrus Darian and the Technomicron

London, 1874, where brash new technology exists alongside occult forces. Cyrus Darian is torn between gaining power or doing the right thing. Never an easy choice.

 

Cyrus Darian; hedonist, philanderer, alchemist and necromancer is approached by a wealthy American to find a mysterious occult book called the Technomicron. He soon finds out most of London’s criminal and spiritual underworld wants it too.

After a vicious attack on his home, Darian gathers up his team of trusted adventurers, including an inventor, a demon and a half human shapeshifter.
Nothing in Heaven, Earth or Hell will stop him getting hold of the book for himself despite not knowing what it is or what it can do.

Can he also trust his shapeshifter lover, the beautiful and bewitching Lady Teknoligi, owner of the insanely itinerant Emporium of Magickal Curios? Her knowledge could give Darian the edge he needs over his enemies but she could also kill him on her own pursuit of the Technomicron.

After all, she had tried to kill him before….

The first of a series of Cyrus Darian steampunk misadventures

 

 

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Preview critique… 

‘This is an extremely good example of steampunk. An impressively imagined pseudo Victorian world of airships, clockwork men, brass goggles, steam hansoms, and deadly polluting gasworks. This is the type of steampunk that embraces the dark magical world of powerful ancient artefacts, ethereal creatures, and demonic conjuring. There are wonderful contrasts of location, from dreamlike emporiums to the bustling streets of London. Darian is perfect as the main character, with a mixed heritage, shifting ethics, and a wealth of skill and experience. The writing must be praised here, for it is luxuriously elegant, the rich descriptions conveying even the sense of smell (a favourite of mine). I really enjoyed reading ‘Cyrus Darian and the Technomicron’.

© Raven Dane 2010

A belated blog about  Odyssey 2010 , one of sci fi and fantasy fandom’s greatest conventions. I got such a charge to my creative batteries from this wonderful event, I have been too busy writing a new book.

This year the  event graced the Radisson Edwardian Hotel near Heathrow Airport, a luxurious, comfortable but Euclidian building.  The layout appeared to change at random, I swear I could see the shadow of  the minotaur down one of the many corridor labyrinths.

It didn’t eat me, too old and chewy I suspect which left me free to enjoy a packed and varied programme of events…some not really sci fi related but certainly no less fun. Sadly,  I was too cackhanded to attempt to knit my own Clanger or build an interdimentional robot. There were panels and quizes covering a wide range of sci fi and fantasy interests from the deeply scientfic to the borderline insane. I love that !

Inevitably there was such a surfeit of riches, that some clashed, something impossible to avoid with so many wonderful things happening at once. Thanks to the wonders of 21st century, many panels were recorded as podcasts.

Nor did I have  mega cool clothes to go the Steam Punk Ball either but I have a year to get some before the next EasterCon….

I need these fun events to give the batteries of  my creative inner workings  a much needed boost. Meeting so many talented, creative people gives me the kick up the backside I deserve.   Odyssey worked so well I haven’t stopped writing my first steampunk novel Cyrus Darian and the Technomicron since I returned home… Thank you Odyssey people …much huggage !

I was supposed to be launching my first funny fantasy ; The Unwise Woman of Fuggis Mire at Odyssey. Delays at the publishers meant I went to the Con empty handed but I was delighted to be invited on the panels of several discussions, all well attended with enthusiastic and lively audiences that joined in the discussions with insight and good humour…the best kind!

Friday night I was on a panel discussing the  modern interpretation of Arthur and Merlin legends. With three eminent historians and authors, Kari Sperring and Edward James and  Liz Williams.  I felt out of my depth but there was no need to worry. They were lovely. The debate between me and fellow panelist Nickey Barnard championing the BBC Merlin became  a tad  lively at times but we both thoroughly enjoyed the good-natured verbal jousting.

On Saturday, after doing a book signing session, I was able to relax for the whole day. It was a joy to attend as many panels as possible as a member of the audience including a fascinating and informative one on swordplay by Steve Kilbane who helped us learn the correct way to use rapiers, longswords and other weapons

Sis in law picked my up from the hotel and we went home on Sunday to join in the Great Family Easter Egg Hunt and then brought me back during the evening.

Monday was a busy one for me. I had a thoroughly entertaining time on the panel discussing funny fantasy where I was a good girl and didn’t plug The Unwise Woman….yeah right!  As if….OK. I confess to a small degree of shameless plugging. Also on the panel were John Coxon,author Johnny Nexus, comedian Donna Scott and the delightful American author Esther Friesner with her hamster ears. ( She raises money for charity by doing cheeblemancy…divination by hamster! )Later in the day with the help of a massive dose of  caffeine , I managed to summon enough energy to be on the panel discussing researching fantasy with the event’s Guest of Honour Liz Williams,Jane Killick and MD Lachlan.

A perfect end to a fabulous weekend.   I found out  what filking was and that it wasn’t something rude, missed the bondage demonstrations which would have been, didn’t knit a Clanger and made lovely new friends.

In convention terms, as near as perfect as you can get.

Thank you all the organising team, you are diamonds !

Raven and Enta the Dragon

It’s Warhammer Time!

Another fun time at the annual fest of all things gamer…Gamesfest 4 where I was one of the invited guest authors. This year, the more spacious venue of the Coloseum  in Watford was needed to house so much for RPG enthusiasts to enjoy. And yet again, the organisers made us scribblers most welcome and looked after us very well.

It was great to meet up with old friends, Steve Dean, Peter Mark May, Derek Gunn and many others.  Last year we had a sweet fight, authors versus graphic artists.  This year we ate the sweets…Haribo monsters. I could swear I picked out a jelly Chluthu. Not every day you get to eat a brain devouring primordial god.

I shared a table with Bob Fischer, author of the hilarious book, ‘Wiffle Lever to Full’….a must for all those who remember eating butterscotch angel delight while watching Dr Who behind the sofa.

Later I met top selling historical writer Robyn Young who apart from being very glamorous . was also charming and lovely to chat with. We were both guests at this year’s Elf Fantasy Festival in Holland but our paths did not cross at that huge event.

Thank you Mark and all the hardworking team at Gamesfest…it was an enjoyable event.  One that will continue to grow.

FCon 2009

What is it about the British Fantasy Society’s annual get together…FCon ? Even after four years attendance, I still get that delicious buzz of excitement on the longish drive up to Nottingham.  Nothing on the journey can dampen it, bad weather, terrible drivers. Being stuck in a traffic jam and running out of Opal Fruits….Pah, they will never be called Starbursts in my car.

There is a simple answer. The anticipation of a long weekend spent with great company, an escape from  groundhog daily life and the packed programme of panels, film shows , a quiz and book launches.
The team of hard working volunteers did us proud , a relaxed, fun and efficiently run event.

Thank you everyone, with this FCon you do spoil us.

Personal highlights….Being on my first panel at FCon, discussing vampires. And having so many people seek me out afterwards to congratulate me on my contribution. I needed that affirmation being used to appearing on panels in Ireland where there is always a lively contribution from the audience from the off.  A two way discussion and banter. In the UK, people are more reserved so it was hard to know whether I was rubbish. It seems not…phew.

Also meeting a table full of new people (to me) on Friday night’s quiz.  In  the tradition of FCon, they saw me and author friend Adam Greenwood sitting on our own and invited us to join them. They were all wonderful, fun company. Thank you for the hospitality!   The quiz is designed to break the ice at the event and it always works a treat.  Especially when huge bowls of hot chips were delivered to every table.

Personal lowlights…Missing Sebasian Peake’s talk.  My fault, too much gossiping to noticing the time.

And falling asleep in my room and missing the BFS awards….huge congrats to all the winners, so sorry I wasn’t there to give a big cheer.

Not being solvent enough to buy an Andy Bigwood print that I fell in love with  in the Fantasy Art exhibition. ( Or to commission an Ann Sudworth original….one day though!)  There were so many beautiful pieces in a variety of media to enjoy and buy.

After a well attended and lively reading session of my work last year,  I was relieved not to be the only one with zero attendance this year.  Maybe it was the lack of oxygen and Sherpas to get people up  to the tenth floor?  Many of us thought it would be lovely if the reading sessions could be held down in the main body of the Con, perhaps in that little quiet lounge area between the registration area and main bar?

Anyway, a thoroughly enjoyable and memorable FCon.

I came away with nearly as many books as I arrived with, including Sam Stone’s delicious, intelligent and sensuous Futile Flame.

Roll on FCon 2010 !

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