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Summer Smoke and Story Fuel

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Hello loves,

As summer winds to a close, our beloved Pacific Northwest is blanketed in a thick cloud of wildfire smoke. The skies are grey and hazy. The Seattle skyline is a ghost of its former self. The mountains have vanished. Normally this time of year is all blue skies and beach time. We wait patiently through months of mist and rain for our precious summer months. Not this year.


Forgive me some theatrics, but I can't help feeling like there's something very wrong, something wicked on the wind. Probably this is more to do with my latest mood and work than anything else, and yet...



I recently wrote my first horror piece, a short story titled "Flowers for Gretel Gideon", that will hopefully be published in a Sirens benefit anthology in the coming months. It was surprisingly easy to write and cathartic to share with some of my beta readers (thank you!). More on that when I have info.

I've also been working on revising a pre-apocalyptic novel about the slow drown…

In the Weeds

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Hi loves,

I hope this message finds you well and enjoying your summer. It's been an incredibly busy time for my family. We've traveled, hosted beloved guests, celebrated the end of school, and attended several fun-filled events. In fact, our frenzied pace doesn't show signs of slowing any time soon. I'm writing now from the skies, on my way to Santa Fe to celebrate my mother's 70th birthday. One of a few more celebratory trips scheduled for the next month.

In between the big shiny happenings of the summer, I've been revising a novel, helping friends with their writing projects, and considering next steps in my own creative career. Not all of this has been easy.

You might remember that I signed with my first agent in March 2017. It was a thrilling and joyous experience. I'm still grateful for the energy and hope that opportunity sparked. Unfortunately, our relationship didn't work out and I chose to terminate my contract this past week. It was a difficul…

Weight and Color

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Hello Dear Ones,

Spring is here, pulling her tides farther and deeper than her predecessor. I'm spending more and more time at my beloved little beach. Wandering, searching, staring off in the distance. It hasn't been an easy year so far, but the older I get, the more I recognize that "easy year" is a fantasy. There will simply always be some amount of struggle, loss, and illness to trouble the waters. It isn't wise to hold too fast to peace. Better to let her come and go, come and go, like those glorious spring tides.

Recently, on one of my wanderings, I found a lead fishing weight buried in the mud.


It was easy to be reminded of the worry and grief this object might represent. The weight of things. The solidity of reality. And yet, it wasn't a burden. There was something satisfying about its heft in my hand, and its smooth, spherical shape, as if to say "I know what I am".

Soon thereafter, on another overcast day, I found two extraordinarily beaut…

Touchstones

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Hello Sweet Friends,

I hope this post finds you well.


In our neck of the woods, life carries on with complexity and contradiction.


This past month we've dealt with illness, faced new losses, and wrestled with new worries, all while the days have grown longer and the frost has slowly given way to green.

I'm looking for small blessings every day. When times are tough, I try to pay close attention to the natural world, to my children and loved ones, and to the art and music that sustains me. If I trust them and cultivate patience, these touchstones continually guide me back to health and peace.


In happy news, I turned 40 and celebrated in a variety of ways that left me full of gratitude and love.




I also visited dear friends in California for a writing retreat.



I can't tell you how much I appreciate my wolfish sisters near and far. They continually remind me that strength comes in many forms, and that it's okay to fall apart and rise again.

Writing wise, I'm happy to sa…