The morrim

I walked in Gordath Wood on Wednesday. Went right by the morrim and everything. Sometimes I’m taken by surprise by how much these Connecticut woods informed my first novel. It’s like visiting a movie set. Oh, there’s the ledge Lynn tumbles down. Oh, there’s the horse farm where the book begins. Oh, there’s the mysterious Balanced Rock in North Salem, NY,¬†which plays an integral role in the novel.


Lynn peered into the woods, sharply uneasy. The

Be careful of the woods. You never know where you are going to end up.

broken boulders hulked under the trees, the sapling swaying in its stone prison, the vines fluttering. She heard whispers from the stone, voices just beyond the reach of her hearing. Just the wind, she told herself, looking harder and seeing nothing. The wind, or whatever it was, faded, like a conversation she was listening to on a distant radio. … It wasn’t the wind. She knew that. The whispering emanated from the split boulder, rising and falling, and she felt cold shivers spike along her spine at the sense of malice that tinged the distant words.

Agent news — Red Sofa Literary

My good happy news for December 2015 — I have signed with Jennie Goloboy of Red Sofa Literary. Jennie represents Tex Thompson, author of one of my favorite books of the year, Medicine for the Dead,¬† Carrie Patel, (The Buried Life, a mystery set in a dreamlike underground city) and a slate of other fantastic authors. I am so excited for the new year and being part of the Red Sofa gang. Here’s what Jennie says about herself:

“I’m a literary agent at Red Sofa Literary, specializing in fun, optimistic science fiction and fantasy, for adults and children.

I’m also a historian specializing in early American history. My book, SUCCESS TO TRADE: CHARLESTON’S MERCHANTS AND THE EARLY AMERICAN MIDDLE CLASS IN THE REVOLUTIONARY ERA is forthcoming from University of Georgia Press.”

She also writes nonfiction, as well as fiction under the name Nora Fleischer.

I am so excited as I mentioned, and I have a lot of work today. Jennie and I have been discussing plans for the new project and revisions and I have some homework — a book proposal package with marketing and publicity info. So now I have a real excuse for letting my blog languish — er, rest, but be assured, in 2016 there will be plenty of news to post about.

Yay! Snoopy happy dance!

FenCon day two

I was pretty busy Saturday. Three panels: on fantasy trends, in which we discussed the pros and the pitfalls of the increasing subgenre-ization of fantasy. On cross genre fiction, ably moderated by Kimm Antell. And post-apocalyptic fiction and dystopia with S.M. Stirling. The latter devolved into a how to survive any apocalypse and prepped culture but eventually we got it back on the topic of literature.

In between my panels I went to a presentation on Pluto, the future of NASA, and near earth astronauts, a reading by Bill Ledbetter, a reading by Michelle Muenzler and maybe more. Con brain I haz it.

Jenny Hanniver organized a pizza and beer party and clown candy (I can’t even explain) and we talked movies and genre into the evening, carried the conversation up to the party hall, and finished out the evening downstairs talking of much the same, as well as community news and politicking. And Lovecraft because if you aren’t talking about Cthluhu at midnight at a con, he rises from the deeps.

That last sentence is a bit metast night I admitted that I don’t get the Lovecraft love, and A. Lee Martinez said that a lot of people don’t really get it but just like all the trappings, like the little plush Cthulu toys, and saying shoggoths, which is exactly what I just did in the previous paragraph.

I do remember the evening ending in tears of laughter on my part, so if that’s what Lovecraft meant by eldritch horror, I’ll take it.

See? I can’t stop.