I GOT INTERVIEWED BY THE SEATTLE REVIEW OF BOOKS!
Processing abuse with art: how Ksenia Anske makes horror and dark fantasy from real horror
Published by Martin McClellan
I’ve known Ksenia Anske for almost twenty years. We were both students at Cornish College of the Arts, studying design, at the close of the Twentieth Century. A Russian who came to design school after studying architecture in her home country, her approach to design was always engaged, probing, and driven.
We’d occasionally stay in touch, but I hadn’t talked to her in years when I heard she was one of the first round of writers (along with Seattle writer Scott Berkun) to be awarded the Amtrak Residency.
Her absolutely direct, and no-holds-barred, approach to writing, publishing, and getting the word out to her more than forty-six thousand Twitter followers is both intense and, I think, irresistible. As is her brutal honesty about her motivations and the difficult spaces she works within.
The interview has been edited for clarity.
Today you tweeted about how frustrated you were with the scene you were writing. You’re very vocal about your writing on Twitter. What does that do for you? Why do you like doing that?
It keeps me accountable. You know, if you’re just alone at home, and you say “okay, this didn’t work” — then you can say “all right, fine. I’ll just forget about it and walk away.” But if you actually state it, there’s this feeling of guilt if you don’t do it — because so many people have seen it. You think “oh my god, tomorrow they’ll ask me about it.” I mean literally, it’s accountability.
Also, these are my readers, and my friends. Which is true: as a writer, my readers are my friends. I don’t really go out much, and I don’t really socialize. I have all these people in my head, and I’m on my own. I like being alone, I like being in silence. So these are the people who are waiting, and they’ve been waiting for too long for this particular book, since I won the Amtrak Residency and started writing it on the train. That was last March. It’s the first book out of my — what is it? eight or nine, or something, I don’t remember the number — that took me over a year to write. And I just can’t wait to be done with it, but I cannot ship product that’s unfinished, you know? This is my product.
So by tweeting, first, I’m venting — so that somebody will pat me on the shoulder and say “hey, you’re doing okay.” It helps; it’s like “all right, sorry, I just whined for five minutes, I’ve lost it, I’m good now.”
And second, it’s accountability to all these people who pre-ordered the book: “hey, look. I’m working on it. I haven’t forgotten. I’m not giving up.” Every day I get up in the morning, and I get my coffee, and I start fixing it. This scene — today was the fourth day I’m fixing it, the fourth time I’m writing it, because it just wasn’t right. So I get frustrated. But after I talk about it, I feel better. It’s like you go out and shout in the world, “I’m angry,” and then you go, “I got this off my chest, thanks for listening, I’m happy now.”