Monday, November 14, 2016

Time & Silence, Color & Light: On Being a Writer Now



I often walk the small public shoreline near my home. This particular beach is cold but lovely, washed with multicolored stones, swells of coarse grey sand, and rags of jewel-toned seaweed lacing the land to the sea. Seabirds and shellfish are common sights, salmon and eagles a bit less so, and rarely, harbor seal pups sleep on the sand while their mothers hunt.


Each time I walk, I try to remind myself to be present and content with the beauty around me, but I often find myself naturally searching for something. I scan the sand for seashells, shards of colorful sea glass, a surprising stone, or even an image to collect and share with friends and family online. My search is both causal and methodical. Every few steps, I check the ground, I look up at the sky, I look out over the water, I look down again. When the weather is wet or windy, as it is in the fall, I’m often alone. A few times -very few times- on this journey, I’ve found something of interest or extraordinary beauty in the sand. Once I found a complete and empty moon snail shell twice the size of my fist. Once, a bright orange bobber. Another time I found a clear glass teacup, miraculously unbroken. Until recently, my favorite find was a small silver key on a rusted loop.

Then two weeks ago I came to the beach on an overcast autumn morning. The water was relatively calm and the skies were streaked with silver. A handful of other people walked in pairs through the gloom. I had thirty minutes to myself before I’d be needed for the day’s business. Life had recently been hassled and harried so I walked with relief, and I searched for calm, for peace, for any object or idea to hold. Then, in my usual rhythm, I looked up and discovered a rainbow arcing delicately across the water. The golden light of morning sun hit the distant rain clouds at precisely the right angle to send a bright beacon of color shining out across the sound. My body and mind lit with joy. I felt instantly giddy and goofy with wonder. Like I’d never seen a rainbow before, or a beach. I snapped a hundred pictures; I barely dared to look away until the entire rainbow had faded to a happy memory.




“Now that,” I said to myself, “was an excellent treasure.” And it was, but the morning wasn’t finished with me yet. I walked with new energy and excitement. I couldn’t wait to tell my friends and family about the rainbow. I couldn’t wait to post online for more distant people to enjoy this pretty moment. I looked down, more from habit than for longing.

There, peeking out of the sand at my feet was a bright silver object. A pocket watch. Its cover was engraved with intricate designs and apparently untarnished. At first, I thought it must have recently been dropped. I looked up and down the beach, but I was completely alone. I knelt and studied it. Tiny pieces of seaweed were draped across its rim. It looked so new, so shiny, it seemed like a toy. Maybe, I thought, it isn’t a real pocket watch. Maybe it’s just a costume piece. I took a picture before I picked it up. Real or not, I could hardly believe in its existence.



I lifted it from the sand. It was real, even heavy in my hand. Its chain was still attached. With some effort, I opened the cover and saw that sea water filled its face and had gently damaged the design there. The time was 9:21. 



I looked down again, trying to understand what I’d found. That’s when my eyes fell on the morning’s last gift: three brass rings, connected by a slender black string- a simple wind chime I’d seen hanging in homes and shops before. I picked it up too. There was no center in the chime, no beads to hit the bell-like circles, but otherwise, the chime was perfectly in tact.



So there I was, standing on my little beach, holding the watch, the chimes, and the memory of a glorious rainbow. I’d never felt more lucky or alive and my first impulse was to write.



I didn’t. That was a few weeks ago, before a great deal changed in my life and in the country I call home. I’ll spare you the details (you already know), except to say that the worst part, so far, has been a deep despair, grief, and anxiety pervading most of my liberal social circles. We lost the election, we lost the chance to hire the first woman president, we lost the chance to make significant social change, and our opponents elected an offensive, greed-ridden, racist narcissist to lead the nation. Dark times, as they say, are upon us.

The effect of all this on me, personally, has been profound. I’ve never been so emotionally invested in an election and never felt such total uncertainty about the future of my family, my community, and our globe. At the same time, I feel a resolve to work harder than I ever have before. To tell the stories and write the words that matter most, however and whenever I can.

I know this may sound vain or selfish to many of you, but I’m an artist. It’s taken me a long time to be able to say that out loud. I’m not necessarily a good one, likely not a great one, but it is who I am. Since early childhood I’ve tried, through language, to connect with and inspire others. I studied English in college to do this. I left teaching English to do this. I hired childcare to do this. I’ve joined communities and traveled across the country to do this. I’ve written four novels and dozens of short projects trying to teach myself how to do this and how to do it better.

This is all to say that the election, and my visit to the beach that day has left me with new clarity. I don’t know how we’re going to move forward, but I know what I personally have to do.

The pocket watch is Time. Of course it is.

The day after I brought my treasure home and gently rinsed and drained it, I carefully wound it. You might not believe this, but it worked, ticking softly on my palm. I looked up the markings on the inside and learned that it’s a Russian watch, probably about fifty years old. It stopped working about an hour and a half later, but I know a clockmaker who I’m certain will be able to restore it and I intend to keep it in working order.

My Time is precious, and as a writer, it’s one of the only ingredients I need to do my work. I’ve spent so much of my life on not-writing, and I don’t regret that, but as I get older, and as calamity strikes again and again, I feel much more urgency. No more internet before writing. No more social media first thing in the morning. No more news or chatter or banter or business before writing. No more days without written words. These are my new commitments to myself. This is how I will honor Time.

The bells are Silence and Sound. Again, Silence is one of the most essential ingredients to my work. The clamor of this campaign year and election has been deafening. For many, this noise is important, even life-saving. Outcry is one way of surviving and I honor that. For me, the echo chamber of my social circles means that the noise I make usually bounces back in praise and agreement. There’s very little true dialogue and when there is, it’s often public and impersonal, unsatisfying and watered down. Silence is what I need to delve deep into the worlds of my work, hoping that my efforts can result someday in a powerful and resonant Sound. A Sound that might matter to strangers, as well as to the people I already know and love.

That leaves the rainbow. The rainbow can only be itself, I think. Beauty, light, hope, a moment when things weren’t as dark or grim. I hope my work can shine that way someday for someone, but I know that ideals are there to inspire us, not to be achieved. I’m not afraid to fail, but I’m certain I will if I don’t recommit myself to honoring the time and silence I need right now.

We’re moving back into our house tomorrow after almost a year away for renovation. Tonight, coincidentally, there’s a supermoon. When the sun rises and the truck is unloaded, when we finally get down to the business of unpacking, one of the first things I will do is set up my writing space. I will hang up that wind chime, place that pocket watch nearby, and work on my next novel. There are a thousand other ways I could, should, would spend my time, but this is the work that calls me. I hope, in the days ahead, I can stay true to that calling and deliver the best my life can offer. May we all have the time and silence to hear whatever calls to us, and the strength to answer.

Thursday, November 3, 2016

Sirens : Lovers

Hello sweet friends,

Thanks for stopping by! I'm newly returned from my fourth time attending Sirens Conference, a wonderful experience designed especially for readers and writers of women in fantasy. I've said a lot about this conference in the past and you can find those entries here: 2013, 2014, 2015. This time, I'll hit the highlights and just say that Sirens continues to be an affirming and centering weekend. I'm so grateful to all the staff, volunteers, guests of honor, presenters, and attendees who make each year incredibly special and important.

Darian, Lola, and I started our weekend on Wednesday at my mother's home in the foothills. We visited, sang, ate, sipped tea, and hiked a while in the red rocks nearby. (My mom and stepdad live in the foothills near Castlerock.)

My sweet mama at the piano:


Darian on a cliff:


Lola among the rocks:


On Thursday, refreshed and rested, we made our way to the Inverness Hotel in Denver where we registered and ate an early dinner with other beloved Sirens:



That evening, we enjoyed the first brilliant keynote by author Laurie J. Marks on imaginary friends, writing fiction, and catharsis. I can't say enough about this keynote. It moved me to tears of gratitude more than once and I told Laurie as much (though I was tremendously nervous speaking with her).

On Friday, I attended:

Writing the Fantastic: Love, Romance, Sex, and Humanity [Panel]
Guests of Honor Panel: Renée Ahdieh, Laurie J. Marks, Kiini Ibura Salaam.
Moderator: Amy Tenbrink

Can You Go Home Again?: Fantasy, Re-reading, Childhood Favorites, and Nostalgia [Rountable] Facilitated by: Faye Bi

Keynote: Renée Ahdieh spoke beautifully on writing diverse worlds, the dearth of diversity in children's lit, and the origins of her gorgeous book The Wrath and the Dawn.

Love Beyond Romance [Panel]
Panelists (in order from left to right below) Rosemary Clement, Jeffe Kennedy, Rosamund HodgeArtemis Grey, Bethany Powell, Shveta Thakrar.


Potions, Poppets, or Poison: Plant Lore for Any Love Problem [Afternoon Class]
Presented by Erynn Moss & Bethany Powell





After dinner and a late night of gabbing, glitter tattoos, hilarity, and an impromptu self-defense tutorial by Lola and Rook Riley, it was Day 2 of the conference.

I spent most of the Saturday reviewing my notes, visiting with my sweet step-sister, and taking some much needed time for myself to write and breathe outside.




I also enjoyed a bit of colorful company:


Saturday's lunch Keynote was Kiini Ibura Salaam who spoke passionately on living our own adventures, answering our callings, and getting out of our own way. This speech was another profound and deeply moving part of the conference for me. Kiini's honesty with us, and with herself, was something that will inspire me for years to come.


Speaking of inspiring, these smart, kind, beautiful women were my company at lunch. <3


After lunch, I got to sign books for the first time in life. (A reminder that ,if you're interested, Queens and Courtesans: A Sirens Benefit Anthology is still available for purchase!) Then it was off to:

Consumer Reports: Readers Talk Books, Markets, and What They Really, Really Want [Panel]
Faye Bi, Daniella Bohill, Suzanne Rogers Gruber, Amy Tenbrink, and Hallie Tibbits

And finally: 

Love is a Battlefield: Weapons and Methods for When Love Goes Wrong
Amy Boggs

Saturday evening included a casual dinner with more incredible women. Then we dispersed and got ready for the Sirens Ball, a wear-what-you-want and dance-how-you-want affair. Always a blast. 

Darian and I went as a famous pair of lovers from one of our favorite fantasy TV series. Can you guess?


And here's a larger group of Sirens decked out for the Ball. Please take a moment to note that Howl and Sophie are in the house...


I mean, seriously. No offense to the rest of us, but who wins? They win.


Also, please meet Jo O'Brien who also wins. In collaboration with her mother, Jo crafts the most divine coats I've ever seen and brings them to Sirens each year.


In case you haven't noticed yet, one of the best parts of Sirens is just how many diverse representations of "woman" there are


and how easy it is to dance like no one's watching.


This year's ball ended with an epic Hamilton sing-along. If there's a heaven, I hope it includes a Sirens Ball Hamilton sing-along. I really do.

So I wish I could better capture the magic of a Sirens weekend, the wisdom of its speakers, the supportive and creative energy of its crowd. I guess these photos will have to do.








Thank you, each and all, for the joy, friendship, discussion, laughter, and inspiration you shared this year at Sirens. If you weren't there, I hope you'll consider coming next year. I promise you, it's worth it.

Love,
Edie

Thursday, October 6, 2016

Queens & Courtesans & Sirens

Hello My Loves!

It's been too long, so let me first say that I hope the turn of the seasons has been kind to you and yours. I've been busy with kidlets and our house remodel and (another!) family wedding and and and. September was a blur. Not unkind, just a bit too fuzzy for my liking.

So here we are in October and I'm hoping to be more present and centered. Luckily, I have happy news to start the month.

As many of you know, every year I attend Sirens Conference. This experience has connected me with dozens of wonderful women and I've learned a tremendous amount from many of them. When a few attendees got together earlier this year to create an anthology to benefit Sirens, I knew I wanted to be involved. And so I am.



Today is the release day for Queens & Courtesans: A Sirens Benefit Anthology!  The whole thing was lovingly made by generous volunteers and ALL proceeds will benefit Sirens. My story, "Ripe for Rebellion", is included. I'm proud of it, though I'll admit it's very different from the sort of things I usually write. It's even a touch spicy. Eep! I'm nervous about what you'll think of it, but hey, that's a writer's main jam.

If you're curious and you can spare a few bucks, e-book and print versions are available in a bunch of places. It's for a good cause. Here's the link (to all the links):

QUEENS & COURTESANS:
A SIRENS BENEFIT ANTHOLOGY

And here's my love. Loads of it. <3 As always, thank you so much for stopping by. Means the world.


Wednesday, August 17, 2016

Catch up and Querying

Good heavens, July came and went in a blur. Hello friends!

In the Luray Caverns, VA, July 2016
I hope this entry finds you well. I've been so busy I hardly know how to sum it all up. I'll let some pictures do the talking.

We visited Virginia for a family wedding and left in awe of the summer landscape there:





Above and beneath.



Happily, the calendar is a bit more clear for the next few weeks. Lots of catching up to do.

In writing related news, I'm well into a new WIP.  Having made good progress, I recently set it aside to query query query and query some more.



I don't know about you, but sharing creative work can be draining for me, especially when the outcome is a simple yes or no. I'm not always up to the work of querying and it's never my favorite part of the process. When I feel like maybe I can send a few, I jump to it and try to get it done as well and fast as possible. Sadly, I'm slow. 



I like to research agents thoroughly before sending a letter and attachments crafted specifically to their guidelines and interests. So, I'm flying if I can send out more than one an hour. And I've sent many. So many. And time creeps on. 


The good news is that there's interest in my work. I haven't found the right match or moment yet, but time and again I'm encouraged by the responses that say "yes, I'll see more" or "maybe next time, keep me in mind" or even "no, but you were very close".


It also helps me to have many pots on the stove. Instead of driving all my energy in one direction that might not work, I've been querying for poems, stories, essays, and novels in waves that feel genuinely motivated by what's inspiring me that day. What I like that day. Where my hopes are pulling me.

This year has already given me more publishing experience than any other in my life and for that I'm incredibly grateful. 

August means we're back home and I'm back to work. Much love to you all. 

Monday, July 11, 2016

June (You Minx) and Lucia

June got away from me! I owe this blog a post. July, a more attentive friend, has already confided that she has plenty to say, so I'll be back soon. =)

In the meantime, I have a short piece published today at a new magazine called Lucia. I must say, while I'm here, that 2016 has been challenging for most of us. The headlines are grim, our nation and world is in turmoil. Now, more than ever, I appreciate the small safe spaces where friends can gather to think about what moves them and what inspires. Lucia is all about that, and more.

I hope my little essay on writing retreats finds you well and cared for. Sending out love, light, and hope for better times ahead.

Always
Edie

Saturday, May 28, 2016

May, You Darling You

Hello Dearest Ones!



Thanks so much for stopping by. First, the good news:

TOUGH (my middle grade scifi novel) is now a finalist in the Pacific NW Writers Association (PNWA) Literary Contest. WAAAAHHHOOOOOO!!!

This is a *huge honor* and one that, I'm humbled to say, I've been blessed with before. THE ONE THE EMPRESS HUNTS (middle grade fantasy) was also a finalist in 2013. I had an incredible time that year attending the PNWA conference and left with several requests from agents and editors, happy memories, and one new dear friend.

This year I won't be able to attend the conference because my sweet brother-in-law is getting married to my sweet soon-to-be-sister-in-law and I wouldn't miss their wedding for the world. Still, I'm bummed to miss out on the networking opportunities that come with being a finalist at the conference. I've promised myself to push hard querying TOUGH for the next month or so and to indulge in an extra dessert (preferably something chocolate) at the wedding when the clock tells me that contest winners are being announced back in WA.

Meanwhile, I've been working on a short story for a fantasy collection to benefit Sirens Conference, have submitted a few poems here and there, and am continuing to dabble in a new novel. There is also a secret project in the works with my talented brother, but I'll say no more. ;) There will be time for all these things anon.

In other news, I'll be joining the Board of Trustees at my child's school this fall and I'm excited to launch that work. I'll be scaling back my other volunteer work in order to preserve writing time (and sanity). Our house remodel is fully under way and should wrap up (all digits crossed) in the fall as well. Family and friends are incredible and vital support in all of this. Thank you.

As for my recent writing retreat in Port Townsend & Seattle... I could spend, well, thousands of words trying to capture what it means to me to hang with smart, funny, creative women. Ah, but I could never say enough.

We ferried,



we wrote,





we wandered,



gabbed,



cackled,



danced in kaftans, howled at the moon,





we ate delicious thalis,


shopped for baubles and boots,





performed, lectured, questioned, hiked, and wandered again.



Some of us got trapped in a lighthouse.










All of us read aloud. None of us slept much. 



Eventually we collapsed back to our separate homes.

We don't get to have such Glorious Howls often, and as our lives continue to change, this kind of trip may be harder to pull off. Thank goodness this one will live on in my memory. I have the kaftan to prove it happened.

My deep thanks to all the Lady Wolves, their families, and my own family who made it possible to have such an experience.

Summer is a step away. What are your plans/ goals/ dreams for the months ahead? Let's do this.

Love and many thanks again,
Edie