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…
I recently attended my third Sirens Conference and am happy to report it was
another powerful and life-affirming experience. For those of you who may not
have read about this conference here before, Sirens is a small boutique
conference for and about women in fantasy literature. This year, Darian and Lola (my dear
writer-sisters) traveled with me to Denver, Colorado. I’d been
volunteering a bit for Sirens over the course of the year and though I knew the
conference had been planned carefully, I still worried that it would somehow
not live up to my hopes and past experiences. I need not have worried. Warning: This post is
long because it is primarily for my own records and for other curious Sirens attendees.
Certainly, if you’re interested, feel free to scan and browse. This post doesn’t
need to be read start to finish, but I highly encourage you to click on some of
the links to the wonderful presenters and Guests of Honor who attended this year. Thursday:
We arrived, checked in, and g…
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.