K. A. Cook (or Kim Cook, depending on the mood and publication) is that person who complains about the lack of queer-friendly works on the class booklist, writes screeds on the misogyny inherent in the perception of Hera in the Greek pantheon, wails at the lack of queer female and gender non-conforming representation, dreams of Tony Abbott’s death, and manages to do it all while rocking a bandanna and a set of suspenders, and living with an anxiety disorder.
(Of course, that whole paragraph sounds so much cooler than K. A. really is. They’re not telling you about all the times they hid in their rainbow-coloured bedroom wishing they could just not be anxious.)
K. A. is queer, genderless, masculine-presenting, feminist, pansexual if pansexual is allowed to mean ‘everybody but most cis men’, aromantic, and a chronic pain and mental illness sufferer. They’ve spent the last two years of therapy coming to the conclusion that they’re always going to be quirky, and surviving hell at least gives them something to write about. They collect things that are brightly coloured (old-school Greythorne and Tassell swap cards, fashion dolls, Sylvanian Families figurines, rubber ducks and a few vintage My Little Ponies), spend more time than is cool at op shops, sew buttons onto denim jackets, read speculative fiction and ponder the intricacies of the English language. They’re opinionated, sensitive, flaky, idealistic and haven’t yet learned how not to fucking swear.
They were a Professional Writing and Editing student and ebook design tutor, and still dabble in publication production, design and editing when they’re not gainfully employed in stock management and convincing people to take up Magic the Gathering. Yes, they’re paid to make you sell your soul to Wizards of the Coast. They’ve been published under their real name in Platform magazine, Granite News and the It’s all about the writing anthology. They’ve designed and edited Up Close and Personal and VULJ. K. A. will be a publisher someday, out of a desperate want to pick up a queer and non-binary genre novel (or five) that isn’t a romance, but right now they’re trying to figure out how to live with and work around severe anxiety.
(They play Abzan/Selesnya/Golgari/Orzhov/mono-white in totally-casual Standard and Commander formats, and they may have a small obsession with Elspeth Tirel, Anafenza, Sorin Markov, Hornet Queens, Avacyn and all the one-drop deathtouch creatures. They hate counterspells, though, and while they’re learning to not dislike red, they’d still rather do just about anything than play archetypical blue control. They’re really in Magic for the flavour, absurd card combinations and as many +1/+1 counters and tokens as possible, but they wish like fuck Uncharted Realms featured better writing.)
K. A.’s current projects involve editing their Big Fat Fantasy Novel, presently titled Something They Call Glory, for querying. They’re also redrafting/editing/line editing the novel Whatever Great-Aunty Lizzie Says and the not-so-short story collection Three Live Mice, both to be released under the name S. K. Een.
Don’t be alarmed if you comment and they don’t comment back: they’re probably just nursing a whole lot of hand pain, anxiety or both. Mostly both. They’ll reply in the year 2050 when the doctors invent a cure or speech recognition software that actually works with an Aussie accent.