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Hello sweet friends,

I hope your summer is off to an excellent start!

Here in Seattle, the days are long but the sun is gentle. It is Outdoor Season and Outdoor Season means we are enjoying ourselves.

That said, this month hasn't been without difficulty. Family health problems and unexpected travels mean that I've been more stressed and worn down than I'd like to be. I've been writing as much as possible, and that helps, but it's a busy end to the school year and, if I'm honest, a hard one. I've needed a few extra beach walks by myself, and luckily, my loving partner makes sure I get this time. I'm grateful.

On a recent beachcombing walk, I found the waterfront absolutely packed with newly released college students and newly drunken tourists. The place was teeming. Not to sound too curmudgeonly, but I prefer an empty beach. Or, you know, one with just a few souls. The racket of a packed beach is... less soothing. So I wandered, a bit blue and bitter, an…

The 2017 Rhysling Anthology

Hi friends, 
Just received my copy of The 2017 Rhysling Anthology and I've spent the morning gawking at it. (I know, I know, I should be writing... but it's so purdy!) 
I can't quite believe I'm in it, but even more stunned to report that Jane Yolen is also in it, who has been one of my literary heroes for a long long time. So.
Here it is, edited by David C. Kopaska-Kerkel, published by the Science Fiction & Fantasy Poetry Association, with beautiful cover art by Liu Junwei.
Copies are still available at Amazon or at the SFPA link above!  Speaking of which, the SFPA is truly doing some wonderful work for poets and SFF writers. If you like such things, it would mean a lot to them to sell more of these books or to receive your small donation. Thank you friends. My love. 

Pacific Places

Hello sweet friends,

Hoping this latest note finds you well. I've been down with a pesky and difficult illness these past few weeks, but I'm finally on the mend. Just in time to get outside, thank goodness.

Bright flowers, abundant green, and patches of blue sky all deserve celebration here in dreary Seattle.

Perhaps you've already heard, but we've had more rain here this winter than in all the 122 years they've been measuring and recording such things. So yay for sun, for color, and for the warming days!

Many of you have been kindly asking me about the status with my agent, Sara Crowe, and TOUGH. No news yet, but I'll be sure to fill you in when I have some. Thanks so much for keeping tabs.

April was chock full of adventures. First, I attended the SCBWIWWA (Society of Children's Book Writer's and Illustrators Western Washington) 25th Conference

I met some wonderful people and enjoyed learning from the distinguished faculty. Highlights included Keynotes…

NEWS! (The Good Kind)

Hello Dear Friends,

I have some tremendous news: I'm honored and delighted to announce that

Sara Crowe, of Pippin Properties, is now my agent!  This is me these days:

In a word: HAPPY.

If you don't have much experience with the publishing industry, you might be wondering what having an agent means. The key point is that having a literary agent, a *good* literary agent is one of the most important steps on the path to selling and publishing a book. It's also one of the hardest to achieve. Agents are flooded with queries and sample chapters year round. They have to A) absolutely love a story and B) think they have a good chance of selling it, before they can offer representation to an author. When I queried Sara with TOUGH, my middle grade science fiction project, I knew the odds were slim to none that she'd pick it up. But she did. And with that YES, my life as a writer is on a new and thrilling path. Sara is an accomplished and well-respected professional in her field. …

Found: On Fragility and Time

It was a bright but freezing day. My little beach was completely empty, so I walked alone, with my hood up and my head full of worries about the recent headlines. Politics, injustice, dissent, and prejudice ricocheted through my mind. I kicked stones and muttered angrily. I couldn't write. I didn't want to. It was high tide. The water was calm in contrast with my thoughts.

When the water's high, there's usually nothing much to find. After all, it's the waves that leave treasure. People usually just leave trash.

Nevertheless, as is often the case, it felt like the universe chose to drop me a sign. A few of them. All strange and troubling in their own ways. The first was a pair of scuffed and sea-washed sunglasses that read "Seattle" on one side and "Storm" on the other.

This might have been a positive signal. The Seattle Storm are a women's basketball team and a damn fine one at that. But something about the glasses bothered me. I put the…

Rhysling Nomination

In a world gone mad with terrible news, I received a bit of happy news this past week. My poem, "When the Gunman Comes", has been nominated for a Rhysling Award. I feel astonished, slightly embarrassed, and deeply grateful to the kind soul (whoever you are) who did this lovely thing for me and my poem.

The poem, first published in Mythic Delirium Magazine by the generous Mike Allen, is an exploration of my anxieties about gun violence in America. I still feel close to the sentiments reflected there.

To learn more about the Rhysling Award, click here.

Thank you all, again, for your support.


Hello sweet friends,

I hope this post finds you well and journeying into the new year with relative ease. I'm feeling okay, though I admit I'm still deeply troubled by the headlines. I'm doing my best to keep my gaze fixed on action, beauty, and art, but I can sense Panic prowling nearby, a hungry old cat. Not that I would deny my fear. I think she just needs to settle by the fire instead of attacking my feet, if you know what I mean.

In more cheerful news, this morning, as I paused in the garden near my children's school, I noticed a definite shift in the air. The birds must have noticed it too because they were out in abundance, chattering and clamouring away in the green cedars and barren oaks. 

Winter is still with us, but a long, slow thaw is beginning to relax the land. The ground is softening.

The wind is not quite as sharp. 

The ice is melting. 

As my little corner of the world slowly transforms over the coming weeks and months, and as our country and world tr…