Ich Bin Ein Londoner

For the people who care, the title of this post has two significances–I shall address the most obviously one one first. I’ve been living in London for two weeks now and am starting to feel settled and like I’m sort of getting to know the city. In no way would I claim to know all there is about it, or that I’ve gone native. But I wasn’t sure that I was going to like it here, and I DO. Unabashedly so. Since getting here I’ve seen Rory Williams and Neville Longbottom (performing in the hilarious and heartbreaking play Our Boys), I was transported back to Kenyon (via Liberal Arts and lovely outings with fellow Kenyonite, Ariel), and, perhaps most importantly, am feeling comfortable on the tube. I know how to navigate the underground like nobody’s business. I’ve also been asked directions several times, on the street, in the underground, and twice in cabs (at which point I wanted to ask, “Isn’t it your job to know where you’re going??”), which always makes me feel native. To know directions, you must look like you belong there. And are a nice person. It’s nice to know that I look both like I could live here and that I’m not a crazy murdering psychopath who kills people who ask me directions. I think that’s a good image. Also, I’ve gotten my room in order! Where it really feels like my room. And this is the main point of the post, since many people have asked for pictures of my room. I’ve taken these at night, so sadly I’ll have to put my gorgeous view up later (think broad avenue and leafy trees), but for now, these will have to do.


That’s a tube map but of Greater Shakespeare instead of Greater London. It’s fantastic. Not particularly useful geographically, but really fun if you know Shakespeare’s plays at all. Funny intersections and crossings. I love it.

Well, I’ll post sunnier pictures with views later. For now, the second reason for this post. The German title is no mistake–I’m going there! On Friday! My little sister is studying in Berlin this semester (Get it? Ich bin ein Berliner? Which actually means “I am a jelly donut,” so Kennedy got that one a bit wrong.) and my parents are visiting her. And they wanted me to come, too! Conveniently, it also falls almost exactly on her 21st birthday, and it will be the closest I’ve been to seeing her on her birthday in the past six years. Yay for Europe!

I guess there’s a third reason for this post…I got an internship! I’m going to be a literary intern for Ed Victor Ltd starting next Tuesday. I’ll be assisting the teen/children’s literary agent there, and probably doing some other general assistant stuff as well. I’m even getting paid a bit! It’s kind of a dream position, and I’m beyond excited to get started. It’s located super close to the British museum, so I might pop there after work sometimes. Wow. I love London!

Moby-Dick and a (sort of) Editorial Internship

Before I say anything else, I want to make it known that I LOVED the premiere of Downton Abbey Season 3. Now, on with regularly scheduled blogging.

There is an absolutely amazing and incredible thing happening RIGHT NOW. Every day for the next hundred plus days a different person is reading a chapter of Moby-Dick. Okay, in and of itself that’s not that exciting. In fact, there are probably hundreds of people reading a chapter of Moby-Dick everyday. But this time it’s been recorded and broadcast to the public for free. Free listening and free download! And artwork being paired with the chapters! And really great speakers reading the chapters! Readers like Tilda Swinton, Simon Callow and national treasure Stephen Fry.

For anyone who has read Moby-Dick (or at least tried), you’ll know it’s quite a long read. Parts of it are engrossing and parts of it are about the technical aspects of whale hunting and oil collecting. And I won’t lie–sometimes Ishmael is quite annoying. (For anyone who needs proof of this, or just an amazing rap about that epic whale-chase, check out MC Lars’ Ahab.) But this is a chapter a day! Read by fascinating people. These little snippets are the perfect daily dose of Melville’s grandiose work. You don’t have to feel overwhelmed by the more confusing parts of the book–you can let yourself become completely absorbed in the words, in the setting, in the feeling of what’s happening to Ishmael. And while he sometimes feels like an idiot, there are times when what he says makes perfect sense. All people are drawn to the sea, and Ishmael knows that because Melville did. Plus, you don’t have to spend the pittance on a physical copy of the book (or the nothing it would cost you to download it on an ereader, since it’s out of copyright) because all these downloads are FREE! Check them out at the Moby Dick Big Read, where you can listen to them on SoundCloud or download them on iTunes. Definitely, definitely worth it. Be cool like me and listen to one a day! Or save them up for a rainy day when you want to curl up and knit. The only thing that would make it better is if Moby had a best friend who was a narwhal and they both attacked ships together…

In the same (sort 0f) literary vein, I’m in the middle of a (sort of) editorial internship! I only say sort of because it’s all happening via the internet. It’s with Safkhet Publishing, which is based in Germany–thus the internet. I’m proofreading and editing a manuscript for a real live book! And it’s perfect, since it’s a fantasy-comedy book–it’s like the Geek Gods got together and did something nice for me. A lot of it is adding or deleting commas, but it’s exciting for me because it’s the first time I’ve worked on a piece that will most definitely be a real book. It comes out at the end of October and I’ll tell you all the name of it then. You should pick up a copy, cause it’s a funny book….but also it’ll have my name in it!

The best part about it is that it’s giving me some real-world experience with publishing. And something to keep me occupied as I apply for other jobs and WAIT TILL NEXT MONDAY TO MOVE INTO MY FLAT IN LONDON! Yep, it’s official. I’ll be a Londoner for at least six months. Hopefully longer. It’s a really lovely flat and I’ll post pictures once I’ve got my room decorated. Or maybe before that. Not going to lie guys–I’m pretty psyched.

Maybe a better title for this blog post would’ve been: I’m Katy and I’m really excited about everything right now!

Dawson’s Creek: My Ten Years Too Late Obsession

So I grew up in the nineties. Sort of. Kind of half in the nineties and half in the…zeroes. I watched All That when it was still funny, know Melissa Joan Hart as both Clarissa and Sabrina, and one time my Skip-It got stuck in a tree. But something I missed either because I wasn’t the right age or because my parents had a strict half hour of television rule was the teenage-drama phenomenon Dawson’s Creek. I think I was more into watching the Rugrats than pseudo soap operas about small towns on Cape Cod.

All of that has changed thanks to the amazing power that is Netflix.

All Dawson’s Creek, all the time. Well, not really all the time. Though I haven’t posted about it much, I’m completing the Columbia Publishing Course this summer. And it’s been an unbelievably hectic schedule filled with some of the most amazing speakers I’ve ever heard. I’ve learned so much about the publishing world it’s incredible, and I would recommend this course to anyone who’s interested in book or magazine publishing.

But it’s drawing to a close tomorrow, and the closer we’ve gotten to the end, the more I find myself watching Dawson’s Creek. It has become my new procrastination tool. (To note, I’ve also read some AMAZING books lately. Check out Gold and The Night Circus and Return to the Olive Farm. Right now. For seriously.) My dissertation for my master’s degree is due at the end of August, and I’ve been writing but not nearly as much as I should. And oddly enough it’s all longhand, which is different for me. Maybe it’s because every time I open my laptop I’m wondering what ridiculous stunts Jen has pulled or how Dawson’s going to make his life even more dramatic in this episode or when will Joey stop being such a pain

Joshua JacksonOr just generally wonder at the coolness of Pacey. Joshua Jackson transcends teenager-dom in this show. It’s fantastic. Seriously. Look at that face. So much cooler than all the other characters. Except James Van Der Beek in “Don’t Trust the Bitch in Apartment 23.” Cause then he’s older, has stubble and is really really funny.

So yeah. This is me being a gushy teenager a little too late. And not doing the writing I’m supposed to be doing by returning to my blog and doing what I do best: warm up. Not procrastinate. I’m just limbering up my fingers to prepare for the onslaught of writing that is about to begin.


Hello world! I’m coming to you live and loud from New York City! I’m also coming to you from days of sleep deprivation as I’m experiencing the dreaded CPC Book Workshop. Late nights, early mornings, and irreplaceable exposure. Oh wow but I’m sleepy. And I can’t give you a lot of details. Cause I’m not supposed to. At least not right now. But really, you’d be bored with all the nitty gritty anyway. What’s kind of cool is that a group of us have created a fake children’s imprint and we’re creating fake children’s books to fake sell to fake people. It’s a lot of hypotheticals and a lot of stress. I’m losing a lot of hair in the shower. When I have time to shower. (Don’t let that gross you out. I’m spending my days stuck inside super air conditioned buildings, so I don’t sweat. Or smell. And I really am showering. Most days.)

So this is really just a post to say hello, interwebs. I missed you! I’ll hopefully be better about posting in the future and not take months-long breaks. But not right now. Right now I’ll have my copy torn apart by real-life editors and try to fall asleep as soon as humanly possible. Let’s snuggle soon, k?