29 Mar 2018
I’m so pleased to announce that I have a new story in the first issue of Factor Four Magazine. “Our Weight on Other Worlds” is a flash fiction story about home, family, and tension between wanting a new life and clinging to what you have.
The spaceship leaves in two hours. It’s not enough time for Clara to decide.
You can grab a copy of the magazine here.
When I was writing this story, I was thinking about applying literary techniques to scientific concepts within a story (like in the amazing “I’m Alive, I Love You, I’ll see you in Reno,” by Vylar Kaftan.) I tried to use facts about Mars to create this effect, bringing those ideas back again and again in this short space.
03 Jan 2018
Another year of writing has passed me by. Here’s a post about what I had published in 2017, plus some nifty writing stats.
“When All the Clocks Are Wrong.” Escape Pod
The story this year that is closest to my heart. A woman finds herself thrown forward and backward in time, and has to deal with the complications. It’s a story about parenthood, too, and the precious moments of our lives, and some thoughts about how tricky time can really be.
“Pulling Secrets from Stones.” Mythic
The magic of ordinary things, old trucks, and spontaneous berry pie. I write a lot about pie.
“To the Eggplant Cannon.” Metaphorosis
A magician navigates her way through a vegetable-themed amusement park. Silliness, glitter, and someone dressed in a garlic suit (which is really a thing I saw at an amusement park once!)
This is my second year of eligibility for the Campbell Award.
Many of the acceptances/publications were reprints, which I didn’t think about keeping track of until I wrote up these statistics. (This is my first year having reprints, which reminds me that I haven’t even been doing this that long, even if it feels like it.) In 2018, I’ll make a new spreadsheet to make finding these end-of-year statistics easier. (I got pretty excited when I figured out how to freeze the first row in Excel so I’m hoping this will be a good year for spreadsheets.)
I also make special note of all of the rejections (the many, many rejections) I received, because it’s not always obvious, but I think most writers are being rejected all the time. (At least, it’s certainly true for me.) I hope these numbers will be encouraging to others. It doesn’t matter how many times you get rejected; you only need to find that editor who is going to love your story!
For 2018, I have a spiffy new planner to keep track of all my writing stuff. I am using highlighters! It will be great!
07 Sep 2017
What would happen if time travel existed, but you couldn’t control when it happened? If your life was interrupted by jumps that pushed you forward or backward in time by hours, or even just minutes? What would you do, and would anyone believe you if you tried to explain? That’s the premise of my newest story, “When All the Clocks Are Wrong,”, which is now up at Escape Pod.
Before she reaches the theater, Jen feels a familiar frisson, disorienting, dizzying. When the red lights of the marquee blink 12:45 a.m., Jen isn’t surprised. The clock thing is happening again. She left her house with enough time to meet Ash outside, buy a ticket, grab a soda. But now, it’s 12:45 a.m. One hour later than it should be.
All her life, time has disappeared like this.
Read or listen to the rest here.
“When All the Clocks Are Wrong” started out life as a 750-word flash fiction story for a contest held by the Codex Writers Group. I had the bones of the story in those few pages–brief scenes following the life of a woman who gets thrown around in time. While rewriting, I added a bunch of stuff to the middle, like several birdwatching trips (which are more exciting than they sound, I promise) and an expansion of family relationships, but the beginning and ending scenes stayed very similar to what I originally wrote in that 750-word version.
I wanted to take a look at how small changes in life can have big effects (see also: chaos theory, where it’s hard to predict how starting conditions can affect changes over time.)
When I think about my own life, it’s easy to pick out times when I made big decisions, like where to go to college, but the outcomes of those decisions were often surprising. I couldn’t have predicted who I’d meet at college, but those relationships certainly changed my life.
And even little decisions had big effects. In my freshman year, I got a late registration slot. By the time I signed up for classes, all the interesting English classes were full. I went through the catalog looking for electives, and signed up for the first classes that looked interesting, two anthropology courses. (Yes, I started at the beginning of the catalog.) I liked those classes so much that I decided to do a double major in English and anthropology.
It can be hard to know what decisions will have a big effect. That’s something I wanted to think about in “When All the Clocks Are Wrong.”
The story itself covers quite a bit in time, going through scenes in Jen’s life. I hoped the jolt of jumping ahead in the story would mirror Jen’s own disorientation when she travels through time.
10 Aug 2017
Flame Tree Press has put out another gorgeous anthology of short fiction. The Time Travel Anthology has stories from contemporary writers, as well as classics like H.G. Wells.
I’m thrilled that “Murder or a Duck” will be appearing next to these fabulous stories from writers all across the timeline.
Here’s a look at the inspiration behind some of the stories.
02 Jul 2017
My newest story, “Pulling Secrets From Stones,” is out in issue 3 of Mythic Magazine.
In the lakebed by the mountains slept stones full of secrets. Waiting memories. Dissipating memories. Rachel could feel the hum of them, their longing for closeness, pressing against her as the sun pressed down.
In this story, I wanted to write about the magic of ordinary things–stones and memories, trucks and dusty land, rain and mountains. There’s longing and a trusty Toyota Stout and the memory of spontaneous berry pie.
I also wanted to write a character who’s older and wild and doesn’t conform to society’s expectations. That’s the woman in the mountains, who refused, for this story, to even accept a less mythic name.