On October 17, 2017, BREACH OF CONTAINMENT was published in the US. I don't blame you if you missed it. Most people did. I touch on some of the reasons here, but that's neither here nor there. On that fall day my baby became available for purchase, irrevocably out in the world. When I contracted … Continue reading My Youngest Turns 2
It's friction. Maybe not friction that matters, but friction nonetheless.
So I averaged a B- for 2018. Oof. That F really hurts me, you know?
The title pretty much covers it.
There are two sides to this writing thing: the creative side, and the business side. This is not news to anybody, right? It's just that, based entirely on my own experience, I'm pretty sure not everybody knows what it means. I sure as hell didn't understand. Even now I'm only just beginning to see it. And it's … Continue reading Art vs. Commerce
Last night I did my very first for-real public reading of a bit of my book, as a for-real published author. This is how I felt: The reading was at Bear Pond Books in Montpelier, VT. I hadn't been to Montpelier since I was a kid, and I'm pretty sure we mostly drove through it … Continue reading First Reading
When I was pregnant, I had a picture in my head of what my daughter would be like. She would be a reader, of course. (Not right away. Everyone thinks their child will be a genius, sure; but even I knew womb-to-library was probably a bit too much to expect.) She would be quiet and … Continue reading Who Are These People?
A few weeks ago, at Readercon, I mentioned offhandedly to my agent that I had originally planned to self-publish. It wasn't an entirely out-of-the-blue remark; we had just attended a panel on trade publishing, and had been discussing it over lunch. The conversation turned to other things, and it wasn't until later that I realized I'd only … Continue reading Reflections on a Path
The first scene of my book involves a woman at a bar. She doesn't know most of the other people there, and for various reasons she has to stick around for a while. Although the others there don't all know each other, it seems to her that they are all comfortable in this place, all … Continue reading Identity
I have an agent. I am not sure I can adequately describe the feeling that comes with those four words. A year ago, I was struggling to put together a query letter for a book that doesn't even really exist anymore. I was agonizing over single words, and tone, and worrying that I wasn't adequately … Continue reading About Failure