Hello friends!
As I write this, the ground is still damp with several days' worth of much-needed rain, the sun is shining, and the air is cool and fresh. I feel as though I ought to be weeding, or pulling up spent plants, or doing any number of things in the garden that has, once again, completely gotten away from me. But it's been an extremely busy couple of months, and I'm giving myself permission to rest a bit.
At the beginning of September, I attended my very first WorldCon, in Chicago! This involved getting on an airplane for the first time since November 2019, something I can't say I enjoyed, but it was worth it. WorldCon was incredible: overwhelming in the best possible way. I taught a movement workshop for writers--essentially chair yoga--and I talked about Cats in SFF alongside fellow panelist Peter S. Beagle(!!!) I practiced T'ai Chi with guest of honor Steven Barnes. I sang karaoke for the first time in my life (Def Leppard's "Photograph" and no I don't regret it.) I attended the Hugo Awards ceremony, for which I wore an octopus dress and octopus earrings; a friend coiled my hair in braids and wove in silver ribbons, and I have never felt fancier. The entire event reminded me how many extremely talented people are working in science fiction, fantasy, and horror right now. I'm honored to know some of them, and I remain starstruck by all of them.
While I was in Chicago, two of my stories were published! The first, "Between the Lines," came out in Factor Four Magazine. It's a flash piece about depression that offers no solutions--only, perhaps, a glimmer of light leading out of the darkness.