Karen Bayly

Copywriter, Author of Fantasy, Sci-fi, Horror 

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Author Question: What are you currently working on?

I'm currently working on a YA fantasy novel, tentatively titled "The Witch Who Wasn't".  It's about a young witch whose parents disappeared when she was a toddler, and who a famous wizard once called "The Witch Who Wasn't". Needless to say, she has a long journey to discover herself and her place in the world.

I've just completed the first draft, so it will be another few months before I have a version I can shop around to agents and publishers, then probably another 2-4 of years before it is published. Such is the life of a writer.

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Artwork: Karen Bayly

And now for something completely different...

I had planned to do a Good News, Bad News post, and there was plenty I could have written about. People are still finding extraordinary solutions to dreadful issues. However, the ongoing bushfires and extreme heat conditions in Australia have taken their toll. The emotional response, both positive and negative, has been draining, and I can’t deal with any more “news” at the moment. The sheer amount of disinformation and toxicity, some of it personal, makes my head spin.

Three things I've noted from the experience of the past few months:

  • People can be extraordinarily kind and generous in times of need. Folks from around the world rose to donate money, time, and effort to help Australia. Many lives were saved but many lives were lost.
  • People will believe what suits them, no matter how much evidence to the contrary you present. In many cases, they won’t even listen to the evidence. I trained as a scientist and am by nature skeptical, but if you present me with evidence I will consider it. Even if it doesn’t change my mind completely, it will give me a new way of looking at the issue - or at least send me looking for more information.
  • People don’t want a reasonable solution, they want the solution that supports their beliefs. They want black and white answers in a world where grey answers offer the safest solutions. And the precautionary principle has no chance.

All these just make me want to crawl under the bed covers and cry.

Source: Huffington Post

So moving right along…

I titled this blog “And now for something completely different…” in honour of Monty Python member, Terry Jones, who died this week. (Sorry, I AM a bit of a misery guts at the moment!).

Source: British Comedy Guide

Although not my favourite Python (Eric Idle wins that award), I loved his acting and his portrayal of older women. Yes, I know that these might be stamped as 'not politically correct' but there was a lot of love in those portrayals, especially Brian’s mum in “The Life of Brian”. There’s a lovely tribute to his work here.

My PhD supervisor, Chris Evans, was a Cambridge University man, and he said that the older female characters in Monty Python were based on the formidable Cambridge “bedders”. These were the women who cleaned the dormitories, changed the bed linen - even if you were still in the bed according to him - and who ruled the roost. What he says seems true if you believe this story or this one.

So in the spirit of oddball humour and a need for light heartedness, here’s a very silly story. WARNING: this ends with a really bad pun.

A Modern Fairy Tale

There once was a somewhat mean man named Big Nude-Stockinghood, who was noted for his inventive tattoos, designer sawn-off shotgun, cockroach farm, and the nude-coloured stocking he wore over his head. He robbed banks for a living and no-one said a word to him about it, not even the police. He lived in a run-down house at the end of a street of run-down houses in a town called “Paradise”. If any one living there had understood what irony was, they would have laughed at the name... or at least smirked pronouncedly.

Big Nude-Stockinghood didn’t understand irony. He also didn’t laugh or smirk pronouncedly. In fact, his expressions were somewhat limited by the stocking over his face To the casual passerby, Big Nude-Stockinghood had only one expression which could best be described as “squashed”. Sometimes the squashiness gravitated upward, sometimes downwards, but whichever way it went, the squashiness remained.

One day Big Nude-Stockinghood met a woman. A beautiful woman who was a genuine femme fatale. Big Nude-Stockinghood was fascinated. He’d seen women before but not like this one. The women he knew were hard, rough, and mean, like the neighbourhood in which they lived. This one was soft, smooth, and sweet, and she smelled of perfume and cookies and secret womanly things. Most of all Big Nude-Stockinghood loved the way she dressed, so feminine, so sexy. All slinky dresses and silken stockings.

Stockings! On her legs!

She spoke to him of her dreams. She shared her heart with him. It wasn't long before Big Nude-Stockinghood was smitten.

Being around this delightfully delicious woman had a strange effect on Big Nude-Stockinghood. He began to experience the world in a new way. He saw colours more strongly, felt textures more more keenly, and the air seemed more fragrant then he remembered.

More importantly, he began to see himself quite differently. He now knew there was much more to him than the big, tough son-of-a-bitch he presented to the world. To express this new persona, he played with puppies, cuddled kittens, and smiled at small children. But the puppies howled, the kittens hissed and the children ran away. All of them were scared of Big Nude-Stockinghood. They didn’t trust his squashed expression and were terrified he would hurt them.

This upset Big Nude-Stockinghood, and introduced him to two new emotions - fear and doubt. He was seeing his life with fresh eyes and so wanted everything to be perfect. Now he was afraid that his life would stay just as it had been before the liberation of his senses, before the woman of his dreams showed him a glimpse of how wonderful the world could be.

He realised that he could no longer be Big Nude-Stockinghood. He must change completely. He gave up robbing banks, sold his sawn-off shotgun to a travelling preacher, gave his cockroach farm to the Orphans Relief Fund, and undertook extremely expensive laser surgery to remove his tattoos. It all hurt... even for someone as big and strong as he.

There also was the not-so-small matter of his name and the stocking over his head. If he took the stocking off, then he really would have to change his name. He asked the woman if she thought a new name was a good idea. She regarded from underneath her long dark lashes, pouted a little and said: “Honey, in these shoes? I don't think so.” He pondered on her words for a long time, not understanding, afraid he would never understand. He wished with all his heart that an answer would come soon.

One day shortly after he made his wish, he woke up with a song in his heart and a new lightness of being. At last he was certain what it was he wanted to do, and who he wanted to be. He leaped out of bed, ran down to the local department store and bought a pair of silken stockings. He rushed back home, shaved his legs until they were smoother than a beer bottle, then carefully put on the stockings, one leg at a time, revelling in the exquisite new sensations he was experiencing.

Ever since then Big Bertha Sexy Legs has graced the stages of drag shows everywhere. She is hometown queen of “Paradise” and loved by puppies, kittens, and small children alike.  An avid supporter of all charities and especially of the “not quite sure where we fit in society” ones, she ran an auction last November where three stockings from her famous solo drag queen show “Run Lola’s Stockings, Run” were sold for a record amount.

Proceeds were divided amongst “Running For Premature Babies” (after all, the poor little things can hardly run for themselves), Movember (Big Bertha had a soft spot for any man with a moustache), plus little Freddy Singh and his experimental cat, Shiva, to help both attend the inaugural Genetically Enhanced Feline Cat Show in Goa (in the interest of improving intercultural relationships and promoting happy call centres).

Big Bertha’s charity auction proved the power of silk stockings. It was one for the running, two for the mo, three to get Freddy to the Goa Cat Show.

Author Question: How do you deal with writer’s block?

I rarely get writer's block nowadays but it has taken me a long time to get to this point. How do I avoid it? I sit down and start writing. I stop editing an idea while it is still in my head and just go with it. If I write drivel, fine. At least I know and can start again. Sometimes I use a writing prompt from a website. It may have nothing to do with my current piece of work, but it gets me writing and provides the opportunity for magic to happen. A seemingly left of centre prompt can lead me to where I need to be.
Of course, I'm by no means perfect. Rather than writer's block, I get writer's resistance. Sometimes I just don't want to write. When sales of my novel are down or when I've received one too many rejections, I can get overwhelmed by feelings of "What's the point?" I find writer's resistance is more difficult to overcome but the solution is exactly the same as for writer's block.

New Londinium

Another new year is almost upon us. I’m not sure how I feel. I’m trying to be hopeful but the out of control bushfires, poor air quality from the smoke, and the all too common heatwaves here in Australia do not encourage hope or optimism. I wonder if “2020” is predictive? Will it be the year we see our world and the way forward with acuity? That would be lovely.

Sometimes I think I’d like to move somewhere else, but the problems we face are worldwide. This is partly why I like to create new worlds.

The World of “Fortitude”

When I wrote “Fortitude”, I was keen to explore an alternative steampunk world, one that was not depressingly grimy and harsh like our Victorian London. I wanted a world where the future seemed bright, clean, and egalitarian, one that suggested a few small (and not so small) changes in our past could have made a big difference to our future. I wanted to rewrite history.

So I did, starting with a premise that the Romans left Britain a little later than in our history. This served to develop a different political system in Britannia, one in which the role of kings and queens atrophied and eventually died, but that of lords and ladies lingered, as did the concept of democratic government. (Not that I have anything against monarchies - a good monarch is better than a tyrannical government.)

I stuck with the old Roman names for places where these existed in Roman times - “Brittania” (Britain), “Tamesis” (the Thames and derived from the Celtic “Tamesas”), “Floet Street” (Fleet Street), “Siluria” (South Wales and also of Celtic origin), “Caledonia” (Scotland) and “Londinium” (London). Like the our world’s Londinium which Boudica and the Icenians burnt to the ground, the “Fortitude” version was destroyed by fire (at a later date and not by Boudica) and rebuilt - hence “New Londinium”.  I did not stick with Roman names outside of Britain - for example, the Roman name for Germany was “Germania”. I used “Franconia” named after the Franks who once conquered and occupied that region.

“Reflections on the Thames” John Atkinson Grimshaw (1880)

I studied TV shows set in Victorian London, especially "dark" fiction series such as "Ripper Street" and "Penny Dreadful". I also watched the BBC 2 experiment "The Victorian Slum" where 21st century folk spent a few weeks living in an East End slum, Victorian style. I also collected images of Victorian England for reference. The London these shows and images depict is not as sparkly and clean as New Londinium, but both gave me context. In particular, I loved the paintings of John Atkinson Grimshaw, an artist noted for his nocturnal scenes of urban Victorian life. The light and moodiness of his works suited the feel of the story.

“Moonlight and Shadow”, John Atkinson Grimshaw (1886)

I've always had a bit of thing for the River Thames. No idea why. I’ve never seen it but its serpentine grace and its role as backdrop to so much history captured my imagination years ago. I would love to go mud larking on the Thames - as touted by Lara Maiklem in her book of the same name. What a joy it would be to uncover relics of the past and wonder about the countless folk who lived, worked, and played by this ancient river. How fascinating to ponder the ebb and flow of tides and communities alike.

“Nightfall on the Thames”, John Atkinson Grimshaw (1880)

However, I'm not a fan of big cities and modern day London is not my cup of tea. But I would like to live in New Londinium. It isn't perfect by any means. No place ever is. But is has the potential to be a beacon of hope and forward thinking in a world of constant change.

Dawn over the Thames (source unknown)

Author Question: Where did you get the idea for your most recent book?

As someone who trained in the sciences I've long been fascinated by the idea that just because science can, it doesn't mean science should. Even before Ian Malcolm's quotable quote in "Jurassic Park", I'd thought about it long and hard while doing my degrees. Ethics - what you do and how you do it - should be an integral part of experiment design and scientists must be aware of the possible misuse of their work. I also love the steampunk aesthetic, something that first began with the novels of Jules Verne and the TV show "The Wild, Wild West". Most of all though, I wanted to write a tale with positive female characters participating in a rollicking adventure with elements of science, fantasy and gothic horror.


Yule Lads and Christmas Cats

It will soon be Christmas. I find it difficult to feel Christmassy these days. It’s so hot in Australia in summer with temperatures up 40 °C (104 °F) and beyond. Most houses and apartments do not have air conditioning, and celebrating in sweltering heat is not my idea of fun. Indeed, it’s not most people’s idea of fun.

I’ve always envied those who live in snowy climes. A white Christmas seems so romantic to me and experiencing one is on my bucket list. The place I’d most like to spend Christmas in Iceland. You’re almost guaranteed a white Christmas. December is the darkest time of the year in Iceland so there’s also the strong possibility you’ll be able to see the glorious Northern Lights.

Photo from Regent Holidays UK

Not only is it a fascinating place, but they have incredible Christmas traditions. The ‘official’ Christmas celebration takes place at 6:00 pm on Christmas Eve when Icelanders eat a huge home-cooked dinner then open their gifts.

Every Icelander typically receives at least one book as a gift each year.  In fact, we could rename Iceland “Bookland” as it publishes more books per capita than any other country in the world. The bulk of book sales happen in the two months leading up to Christmas.

And then there are these guys...

The thirteen Yule Lads

Christmas in Iceland lasts for 26 days, and during this time a troupe of trolls visit Icelanders. These are the thirteen Yule Lads, each with their own definitive mischief-making character. They live in a cave in a secret location in the mountains with their mother, the terrifying Grýla, her do-nothing husband, Leppalúði, and the Christmas Cat, Jólakötturinn.

Photo by ????. I couldn’t find a credit for this image but I love how the lads
are having fun, plus the ptarmigan in the bottom right corner is a bonus.

The lads are:

  1. Stekkjarstaur, or Sheep-Cote Clod, breaks into the sheep pens and tries to steal milk from the ewes. However, his two peg legs make it difficult for him to get into the pens.
  2. Giljagaur, also known as Gully Gawk, hides and waits for the chance to steal milk from cowsheds.
  3. Stúfur is short and stubby. He loves to eat burnt bits of food that get stuck to pans.
  4. Þvörusleikir is tall and skinny. His name means “Spoon licker”, and that is what he does when no-one is looking.
  5. Pottaskefill (Pot-Scraper) steals leftovers by knocking at the door, then stealing food from the pots when the inhabitants rush to see who it is.
  6. Askasleikir (Bowl Licker) licks bowls.
  7. Hurðaskellir (Door Slammer) likes to slam doors. He thinks this is amusing.
  8. Skyrgámur loves eating skyr, a yummy Icelandic yoghurt. We get skyr in Australia but I’m not sure how authentic it is.
  9. Bjúgnakrækir, or Sausage Swiper, crawls through soot and smoke to steal salty, smoked Icelandic sausages.
  10. Gluggagægir, the Window-Peeper, peers through windows looking for food to steal.
  11. Gáttaþefur has a large nose and a good sense of smell. He stands at doorways and sniffs out bread, especially laufabrauð (see image below).
  12. Ketkrókur, or Meat-Hook, uses with a long stick with a hook at the end, which he sticks down chimneys to steal meat.
  13. Kertasníkir name means Candle-Stealer. He likes stealing candles from children.


Jólakötturinn — the Christmas Cat

According to Icelandic tradition, anyone who finished their chores before Christmas would get an item of clothing as a reward. Meanwhile, lazy children (and adults) who didn’t get their work done would have to face Jólakötturinn. It’s an enormous black cat that prowls Iceland on Christmas Eve.

Original image by Peter Francis Fahy

It peers into windows to see if there are clothes among the presents for each child (or adult). If so, it moves on. If not, it eats the child (or adult). So be grateful for socks, underpants, ugly Christmas jumpers or kitschy t-shirts.


News Booth: Saving Children

I introduced the idea of a steampunk style News Booth in my novel, “Fortitude”. This is the blog version.  So what’s on today?

The Good News: Children are being saved!

More than a quarter of a billion children have a better chance to grow up healthy, educated and safe than in the past two decades. Save the Children’s 2019 Global Childhood Report shows that the world has made remarkable progress in protecting the lives of children, thanks to strong political leadership and social investment.

Photo by Branden Harvey on Unsplash

Circumstances for children have improved in 173 out of 176 countries since 2000. They based the evaluation on children’s access to health care, education, nutrition and protection from harmful practices like child labour and child marriage. This means today there are:

  • 4.4 million fewer child deaths per year
  • 49 million fewer stunted children
  • 130 million more children in school
  • 94 million fewer child labourers
  • 11 million fewer girls forced into marriage or married early
  • 3 million fewer teen births per year
  • 12,000 fewer child homicides per year

Photo by Ben White on Unsplash

The Bad News: Media reporting? What media reporting?

Admittedly, everything is not 100%  as one in four children still don’t have the right to a safe and healthy childhood. Children living in or fleeing conflict zones are among the most disadvantaged.

However, the overall result is amazing. Recall seeing it reported on any media outlets? No? Me neither. Even a Google search came up with nothing from any news website.

Image by Gerd Altmann from Pixabay

Media has always focused on sensationalist stories to some extent - that’s what sells. Even the Romans were prone to news reports that encouraged biased impressions of events rather than neutrality. However, this editorial tactic has become increasingly prevalent over the years, and now we no longer trust what they report.

An unfortunate side effect is that genuinely good news, stories that make us feel good about ourselves as humans, go unreported. No sensational enough, not ‘sexy’ enough, not divisive enough. I think that's sad.

If you want to keep up with the good news (and there is plenty of it out there), I suggest subscribing to sites like Future Crunch or OZY.


On Awards and Gratitude

On Awards and Art

I received a newsletter recently from Jonathan Fields of The Good Life Project where he wrote:

“I just know when something moves me. Increasingly, I wonder if that’s the true measure of art. In any form. To push us beyond aesthetic appreciation. Past rational examination and interpretation. Past fascination, or education. And deliver us back into the simpler, reflexive realm of emotion. That transcendent place where we stand helpless, eyes welling, throat-lumping, breath catching, mind dizzying, knees softening.”

I can’t agree more. I realised ages ago that as a fiction writer I would probably never win any awards. My style and the things I write about are not beloved of judges and critics. It hurt initially – but after a while I ceased to care. I wrote because I wanted to move someone, anyone - just one person would do, but more was better.

Although many of my favourite authors are award winners, quite a few have yet to win anything. However, I don't love their work for their literary credentials. I love their work because it moves me, because it inspires me, because for those few moments I am caught in their words, the world is pure magic.

Most of all, they make me feel I am not alone. And for that they earn my eternal gratitude.

Some of my favourite authors - the ones with cats (others are dog people)

7 other things I’m grateful for (in no particular order):

My cats

Murray and George keep me sane and give me something to look forward to when I come home. I’d spend every day at home with them if I could!

Murray and George


Dancing is my preferred form of exercise. I go to a tribal style dance class once a week and it makes me happy. Plus thinking about dancing is something I can do on a bus or train. I’ve choreographed whole routines in my head, but I’m not so good at transferring my creations to the world of real bodies! I love my dance classes and sorely wish I could get back to my week day jazz and tap classes.


I don’t need to play music or listen to music as I tend to hear songs in my head any time of day. However, while I don’t need to play music or listen to music, it makes my soul sing to do so.

Yes, that’s me playing classical guitar

Fiction - be it books, movies or TV shows

Fiction gives me hope even when it is sad or dystopian. It binds me to the rest of humanity in a way real life stories never do.

The stars at night

From my backyard, and depending on the month and hour of night, I can see the Southern Cross, Orion, the Pleiades, or Scorpius to name but a few constellations. Looking up at the stars at night makes me feel small and inconsequential. Somehow, I find that extremely comforting. No matter what is going on in my life, or in the world, in the time of stars it is nothing.

ABC Starhunt

My house

I love my house. It's getting on in years and a bit run down - like me. We’ve been through some rough times but I’ve always felt that it is here to protect me. And I do the same for it. I’d like to lavish money on it with some major renovations, but that’s not currently an option. I hope it knows and understands.

The way I look at the world

My thinking processes changed when I did my PhD. It wasn’t just a matter of being more logical or skeptical, but one of being more curious and questioning. It taught me that no-one can know all the answers and that it is okay to say “I don’t know”.

I learned to see the big picture and the detail. I'm enchanted by the minutiae of life as much as I am by it’s wild, broad sweep. Yet I take everything I see, read and hear, and hold it up to scrutiny.

This means I sometimes am accused of being negative but I don’t see it that way. I think I see things for what they are, not how I want them to be. Wishing doesn’t make your desires happen. Doing your best to change your life doesn’t mean it will change. Sometimes you will fail. Sometimes all you can do is give up. None of that stops me being grateful for what I have.

Book Recommendation: The Time Travel Handbook by James Wyllie

This is an odd yet intriguing book based on the premise that it is a handbook for a time travel tour company, so each of the 18 chapters is about a tour package. You will be given a summary of the historical event you are about to witness, told what clothes you will wear and why, where you will be staying, what to expect in the way of food and drink, and the best vantage points to observe the proceedings. I certainly have a whole new understanding of the Women’s March on Versailles and the assassination of Archduke Ferdinand.

The People of “Fortitude”

Much of my writing inspiration comes from free writing. Free writing is a technique in which you write continuously for a set period (say ten to fifteen minutes) without regard to spelling, grammar, or topic.

I especially love free writing to prompts. I’ve done many writing prompt courses online over the years and have amassed a lot of useful ideas and character beginnings. I’ve also written some complete rubbish and stuff that is downright embarrassing, but that’s free writing for you.

Over the past few years, I've been writing to prompts created by Cynthia Morris as part of her Original Impulse course “The Devoted Writer”. These have inspired the novel I’m writing now (working title: “The Witch Who Wasn’t”). However, the first draft of “Fortitude” was written over five years ago and many of its characters were inspired by Jill Badonsky’s “The Muse Is In” Writing Club. Here’s how.

Corazon Paget

The prompt that inspired the scene where Corazon is staring out over the forsaken garden asked the writer to take two lines from a book you like and use them to write at least three paragraphs. In the original piece, the first line of the first paragraph and first line of the third paragraph were both from the first page of the first chapter of “The Difference Engine” by William Gibson and Bruce Sterling. Much of this original draft made it into the novel verbatim, although the lines from “The Difference Engine” are no longer there.

Oh, and the forsaken garden? Inspired by the poem of the same name by Algernon Charles Swinburne.

The Lady Paget?

Parthena Ripley and Artemis Devereaux

The two sisters began life from a prompt that suggested creating several character names and writing a single line to describe each one. From the outset, Parthena knew exactly who she was...

“Parthena Ripley was as brilliant as she was beautiful, and males mourned that her interests did not include men.”

The Scientist by Costurero Real

One thing writing has taught me is that characters, like children, have personalities and wills of their own. They often insist on doing things I’d rather they didn’t. This brings me to Artemis.

When I first created Artemis, she wasn’t even Artemis. She was Alicia.

“Alicia Devereaux knew her way around the world... and back again.”

Once I changed her name to Artemis, all the things I’d planned for Alicia suddenly became irrelevant. I wrote words and scenes that took Artemis’s arc in a different trajectory from the one I’d planned for Alicia. She grew from a slightly insipid character to a woman with a huge heart and courage to spare. I’m glad I listened to her.

Pilot Girl by Johanny de Wet

Titus Johannes

Titus began life as Titus Jones and stepped onto the page thanks to a prompt about popping and bubbling. This is the first paragraph of that free write:

“Titus Jones was a man who knew when to stop; it was starting that so often eluded him.  It wasn’t that he was devoid of ideas, rather the opposite really. His mind was always popping and bubbling with plans for machines, blueprints of inventions which defied the confines of scientific thought, and incredible adventures of wonder and discovery.”

Like the original draft for Corazon, much of what I wrote for this prompt made the final cut.

Steampunk Inventor

And the rest?

Like all writers, some times it's a mystery where my characters or story lines originate. I suspect they are a distillation of everything I’ve ever seen, read, or experienced. As a result, the origins of Viola Winslow, Luther Winslow, Silas Begby, and others remain hidden from me. However, I based some of Nathanial Devereaux’s looks and manner on Tom Mison’s portrayal of Ichabod Crane in the “Sleepy Hollow” TV series.

Tom Mison as Ichabod Crane

Quote from "Fortitude"...



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