On Rejection

On Rejection
Guess this is another day for the calendar of my writer life. Just started on my third bulldog clip of rejections. This, like salt crust on my cheek after a bike ride, is what effort looks like. Cat for scale. Because geologist. And because he’s cute.

Current writing news

Just in case you haven’t watched me whining on Twitter (and if not, WHY NOT), I want to catch you up on what I’ve been doing: Last night I submitted the rough draft of the next Blood in Elk Creek, the next Captain Ramos novella. It’s due out in early September. This week has been ...

In which I am interviewed 1

I was kind of surprised when I got a request for an interview for Laurel Zuckerman’s Paris Weblog. Turns out I caught her attention with my strongly-worded ire about the SFWA Bulletin issue #202 mess. This is actually the first interview I’ve ever had (even if it was by e-mail) and I was very nervous about ...

Samsara in Waylines

Surprise! I have a new short story out. This was actually a bit of a surprise to me, since while the editors had told me Issue #4 was going to go live at the beginning of the month, I somehow didn’t make the connection that my story would be in it. Surprise! Happy surprise. To read ...

Lady [Insert Job Title Here] 12

This may come as a shock, but I am not a “Lady Geologist.” I do not examine women visually and use lab tests in order to understand their physical properties, provenance, and environment of deposition. I have never gone up to a female stranger, hammered a chunk off of her, and sent it to the ...

Kindle Worlds – fanfic for pay 1

If you know any writers, you’ve probably seen this spewed all over social media today. Well, it’s my turn to spew. Amazon is starting a new scheme, this one to sell fanfiction. For profit. That’s right. Fanfiction. Making money off of it. This is a thing now. Well, it had the feeling of inevitability as ...

Read it now – The Ugly Tin Orrery

“You wouldn’t dare.” The conductor, a fit man in a crisp blue uniform now unfortunately stained with sweat and powder thanks to his insistence on resisting rather more athletically than had been necessary, gave her a wide-eyed look. Recognition and horror dawned in his eyes as he took in her scarlet coat. There was only ...

The Dining of the Cats

Chapter 1 Lorn Gorstorfsson stood at the parapet, eyes piercing the uneasy night from above a gnarled red beard in which a sparrow could easily become lost. Overhead, the Harvest Moon hung, fat and full; much fatter and fuller, he thought bitterly, than the actual harvest. That was the price, he’d been told, for ignoring ...

I’m number one! (in the Strange Horizons Readers’ Poll!!!) 5

I'm number one! (in the Strange Horizons Readers' Poll!!!)
Strange Horizons published the results of their Reader’s Poll this morning and EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE Comes the Huntsman is first place for short story! Thank you everyone who voted for me! Thank you so much! Comes the Huntsman is a story that’s still incredibly special to me (and not incidentally the story I wrote in 2012 for Tom ...

Utar the Radish Farmer

So, this is entirely @mbennardo’s fault. LET IT BE KNOWN. On a hill overlooking the Camsted valley stands a man, six feet tall, broad-shouldered, hands with short, stubby fingers and square palms. Earth hands, his Mam had called them. Stone hands they also got called, by anyone unlucky enough to mistake soft-spoken for weak after a ...