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Belated beach trip photos

I’m feeling behind on a lot of things right now.  It was last month—last month!—that I stayed in a beach house for the first time, which is kind of wild considering I grew up only an hour and a half away from the Oregon coast (we always just did day trips).  This time, my family stayed for the weekend and braved the winding road in and out of Ecola State Park, explored Fort Clatsop, and toured Astoria’s Columbia River Maritime Museum.  At my husband’s urging, the four of us went out to the beach after dark one night.  We hadn’t taken a vacation in a year.  It was so nice to get a change of scenery and pace! 

Confession time:  When I was a kid, I hated going to the beach.  I used to complain about it each summer, and pretty much the only part I enjoyed was my dad taking me to feed the seals at the Seaside Aquarium.  As an adult, I’ve grown to appreciate my complicated relationship with the beach, especially as I’ve experienced different ones. 

Snow days and acceptances

My family is pretty much snowed in for a few days—nearly business as usual in the pandemic, since we wouldn’t be going out much anyway.  And with telecommuting, no more snow days for me for work.  But with the long weekend, I’ve been chipping away at various works in progress. 

I recently received a couple acceptances that at first glance couldn’t seem more different:  one a poem, one a short story; one a light fantasy, the other dark/horror.  But both from deeply personal spaces, with some thematic connections.  More to come on that.

“Riddle Hatch” published at Page & Spine

My flash story “Riddle Hatch” features a sphinx egg, a strong aunt, and her curious nephew.  You can read it now at Page & Spine’s Outta This World page. 

I wrote this during a quick writing exercise at the PDX Writers retreat I attended before COVID-19.  Our retreat leader, Jennifer Springsteen, produced three items from a bag and passed them around:  a metallic tool, an egg-shaped stone, and a sculpture of a person in a despondent position.  Then we had 15 minutes to incorporate all three into a piece.  It was a great challenge for me to get out of my own way, throw words down, and try to wrap everything up quickly.  I completed the rough draft in the nick of time.

A new flash story, in email format

Page & Spine has published my story “New Hire Announcement: Senior Plant Geneticist” on their Outta This World page. 

When I wrote this story, my workplace at the time had hired a bunch of new people within a few months.  The email announcements kept popping up, and I took the pattern of their structure and decided to write a story based on it.  Once I had a few details in place, I researched job titles, qualifications, work histories, etc.  I enjoy unexpected story structures, from Sofia Samatar’s “Walkdog” posing as a school assignment, to the creepy message boards of Candle Cove.  I’d already written a tale, “Little Seed,” as diary entries, so this time it was great fun trying to create narrative out of an email or two.

Good riddance, 2020!

I don’t typically write year-end recap posts, but finally getting through 2020 seems a good excuse to celebrate wins, however large or small. 

I’m smiling on the inside—of my mask
  • I set a personal record for new fiction wordcount published—not raw story count, mind, but new words of story out in the world—helped along by “Desert Locks” since I write so short
  • I also set personal records this year for reprints (which included a mix of anthologies and podcasts), new poetry drafts and publications, and fiction submissions—yeah, not to mention rejections (which one of my writer friends always points out means at least I’m putting in the work)
  • One of those reprints was in a year’s best anthology for small press publications
  • I finally achieved a longtime goal of mine and became an associate member of SFWA, the Science Fiction and Fantasy Writers of America, and I had another blog post published there
  • Sidequest published 7 of my poems, and the review site Critical Distance featured all 7 of them in their weekly roundups
  • I co-taught my first writing workshop and got to use some of my day-job skills in the service of bringing others’ writing into the world (and best of all, my collaborator and I received positive feedback in the participant evaluations)
  • After years of attending cons, this was to be my first foray into being a panelist—and as fate would have it, my first experience would be virtual Worldcon, with some amazing professionals spread across the world whose work I greatly admire
  • I placed in an international poetry contest and participated in my first ever virtual reading (which was also my first poetry reading since college)
  • I participated in an interview with the wonderful Maggie Slater (seriously, go read her stories!)
  • I received invaluable mentorship, friendship, accountability, and other support from my network
  • But the biggest writing highlight for me this year was that I received fan mail!!!  All the uncertainty, rejections, misunderstandings, and other hazards of the writing life… For me, they’re worth it if it gives my work a chance to resonate with readers.  If I’ve been able to provide anyone a touch of hope or adventure or understanding or respite, that’s the biggest win of all. 

Wishing you all a wonderful new year! 

For your holiday enjoyment, a story by the fire

Happy holidays, and happy reading!  Or in this case, listening.  As one of my sisters put it, check out the link below when you have about 11 minutes and something warm to sip. 

The Wandering Tavern podcast presents “Fellscorpe and the Wishing Well”

If you’d like to read along, here’s the original publication at Heroic Fantasy Quarterly, or crack open a fresh copy of Best Indie Speculative Fiction Vol. III

Available now, Extreme Sonnets

I have a poem appearing in Rhizome Press’s new, intriguingly titled anthology Extreme Sonnets.  My Petrarchan sonnet “To the Hillslope” first appeared in the Santa Clara Review, and I’m so pleased it’s available to readers again, this time in the company of so many other explorations of the form. 

I still remember workshopping this poem in one of my classes.  The final line originally referred to a lee, but I ended up reworking that to a plain.  I had to change the whole final stanza to accommodate the new rhyme scheme, but I think it was worth it.  The word “plain” has some thematic importance that “lee” never did.

Poetry announcement: “GLaDOS and the Vortex Queen at the Supermarket”

I have to admit, my final publication in this poetry series at Sidequest is about two games I’ve never actually played.1  This poem came about when I was thinking of a blog post I’d read called “The Power of Video Games: The Crushing Despair and Subtle Horror of Ecco the Dolphin.”  My mind combined that information with what I’ve read about the Portal games, and I ended up comparing their villainesses. 

I’m sure somewhere in the mix was a strange longing for the normalcy of something so simple as grocery shopping.  I wrote this during the initial COVID-19 shutdown earlier this year, when setting foot in a store meant—still means—I might be endangering myself and/or others.  

1 Yes, I know I’m missing out in not having played Ecco the Dolphin or the Portal games … yet.

Poetry announcement: “Oregon Trail Triolet”

My next poem up at Sidequest, “Oregon Trail Triolet,” is exactly what it says on the tin.  I’d been wanting to write a triolet for a while, although the prospect of repeating refrains in such a short line count intimidated me.  But I went for it. 

Last Christmas, one of my sisters gave me a handheld The Oregon Trail game.  Growing up in Oregon, I’d always thought it was cool having a whole game where the goal was to get…here!  So, last winter I stayed up way too late reliving those moments from my youth of stocking up on goods, wondering what calamities might befall my covered wagon, and especially coming up with punny tombstone ideas, because I’m goofy like that.  One thing I’d forgotten was how hypnotic the digital hunt could be—I was feeling guilty about that, so I decided to write a poem where the animals aren’t so defenseless.

“Fellscorpe and the Wishing Well” in Best Indie Speculative Fiction Vol. 3

The anthology Best Indie Speculative Fiction Vol. III is available now, and I’m so honored to be included in this great lineup.  Here’s the list, which by the way includes a story by Richard Zwicker that appeared in the exact same issue of Heroic Fantasy Quarterly as my entry:

  • MRSA Me by Alicia Hilton
  • Fellscorpe and the Wishing Well by Katherine Quevedo
  • In My Image by Gerri Green
  • Apple by L. S. Johnson
  • Things Forgotten on the Cliffs of Avevig by Wendy Nikel
  • A Dragon, Sat by Liam Hogan
  • The Certainty of Echoes by D. A. D’Amico
  • Seeking Same by H. E. Casson
  • Echo of the Siren by Richard Zwicker
  • The Auditor and the Exorcist by N. R. M. Roshak
  • Moisés and El Malverde by Jibril Stevenson
  • Penny the Poisonmonger: An Origin Story by Myna Chang
  • The Rogue of Averath by Tom Jolly
  • The Verandah by Jay Caselberg

I’m glad my little flash story continues to resonate.  We can’t wish our mistakes away, but we can choose a better path.  Usually without getting to backtrack first, but still.  Go choose.