Bram Stoker Prize Preliminary Ballot, Sci-Fi and Poetry, Taxes and January Hibernation, and Two Books Coming Out This Year

Very grateful and happy to announce that The Robot Scientist’s Daughter made the preliminary ballot for the Horror Writers Association’s Bram Stoker Prize (check out the other authors on this ballot – Clive Barker? Guiellermo del Toro? What???) Now to wait for the final ballot vote, which happens February 15! I’ve only been part of the HWA for a year, so this was unexpected! Thanks, Marge Simon (also on the poetry part of the ballot) for encouraging me to join! Like the Science Fiction Poetry Association, the HWA is a group I wish I’d found earlier, writers who love the same things I do. I’m a poet, but the sometimes rarified air of the poetry crowd – who, for instance, don’t watch television at all, never idolized Buffy or had a crush on Mulder – used to make me feel lonely. I feel lucky to now not only have poet friends, but writer friends of all stripes who also self-identify as geeks.

Thinking a lot, as The X-Files returns to television and as I’ve been re-reading beloved books from my childhood, how much science fiction and horror, in book, film, and television serial form, have impacted the work I do as a poet and as a human. I’ve always lived in a world where robot arms and Geiger counters were a normal part of childhood, where fish might glow with radioactive waste, and as an adult, have learned more than I wanted to about the caprices of genetic mutation. So I guess speculative fiction never seemed as speculative to me as it might to some. The worlds of Madeleine L’Engle or Ray Bradbury, The Twilight Zone or yes, The X-Files, seemed closer to my truth than soap operas, police procedurals or romance novels (or, come to think of it, the work of Robert Frost, for example) ever did. This probably explains why I write the books I write. I remember in 2006 hearing that Terri Windling and Ellen Datlow were going to include one of my poems in 2007’s The Year’s Best Fantasy and Horror, thinking, “Is that what I write, after all? Fantasy and horror?” Because up to that time, I’d just thought of myself as a really out-there poet who wrote about comic-book supervillains and fairy-tale curses and science who didn’t really fit in anywhere, I certainly didn’t know that there were more like me out there. Anyway, weirdo-geeky poets, unite, I say!

I’ve been both sick and commanded to stay off my feet as a foot/ankle injury heals, and during that enforced downtime I’ve managed to work on my 2015 taxes (dreary!), work on edits for my PR for Poets book, work on my NEA application, update my CV and Interfolio account and apply for a teaching job, work on essays and sent in the latest draft of my next poetry book for Moon City Press, Field Guide to the End of the World. While staying in is not good for my social life – I missed a couple of friends’ readings – it is good for getting work done.

That’s one thing January in Seattle teaches us – I can pretty much count on catching a couple of viruses (and, historically, at least one weird injury) and it’s not so inviting to go out in bitter cold rain and when it gets dark around 4:45 PM, but the opportunity to stay in, read and write are a given. In the summertime, when the blue skies can last til nine or ten at night and the mountains and trees and water around us look so inviting, it can be harder to create a lot of alone time. Seattle-ites shuck off their sweaters and lattes and basically become more manic (because Seattle-ites know their sunshine is only available for a limited time) Californians for three months, optimistic and outdoorsy. But January is a time for hibernation, wearing nothing but sweaters, yoga pants and rain-appropriate footwear, for computer geeks and for writers alike to get stuff done.

The reality (gulp) of having two books come out in a year – the Two Sylvias non-fiction book first and then my next poetry book in November – is starting to hit me. Have I signed on for too much? It’s a little overwhelming, but I hope I’m up to the task! Hoping the rest of 2016 is a little more cheerful, a little more sickness-and-injury free, but productive nonetheless!

Amazing Disappearing Women Writers, new review of The Robot Scientist’s Daughter, and 2016 so far

Thanks to The Rumpus for running my essay, a response to Ellen Brown’s excellent essay on Ellen Bass, today! Here’s the link: The Amazing Disappearing Woman Writer and How to Avoid a Disappearing Act.

Thanks to RabbitReader for a new review of The Robot Scientist’s Daughter. It’s nice after six months to see some new reviews coming out! http://rabbitreader.blogspot.com/2016/01/the-robot-scientists-daughter-by.html

I was happy to receive two acceptances this week – one from Hayden’s Ferry Review, where I’ve been sending without success for (ahem) over a decade – and both acceptances are poems from my upcoming (November!) book from Moon City Press, Field Guide to the End of the World.

This week so far, I’ve tried to get organized and motivated, to work on my PR for Poets book edits, my NEA application. I wrote a talk for a visit I’m doing in February to UW Tacoma, and am working on an essay on the “dark side of poetry.” I’m still in the middle of a (somewhat fruitless, so far) house hunt and scheduling medical tests, dental work, and specialist appointments (new health news: besides b12 deficiency, I’m also folate deficient, despite my diet being high in both, and overloaded with copper, of all things! So, um, making progress in that at least we know some new stuff?) And I still need to help figure out cover art and blurbs for Field Guide. So, eep! Feeling a bit overwhelmed but on the plus side, lots of good things going on!

2016 so far – with its stock market dives, celebrity deaths (sniff, Alan Rickman!) and doomsday-esque headlines (deadly mosquito-borne virus! housing market the worst ever for buyers!) – has been tough for a lot of people. I’m trying to focus on the positive, the things I can do something about. And is it too early to buy tickets to AWP L.A.? It’s nice to think about going somewhere sunny and warm, even if it is two months away…

January’s prescriptions for doldrums – reading, writing, and writer-socializing

In the last few days since I’ve posted, I’ve met for the first time with the Seattle chapter of the Horror Writers Association, a group I joined last year (at Wayward Coffeehouse, the appropriately geek-themed downtown Seattle coffee shop), had sixteen tubes of blood taken out of me for neurological and autoimmune testing (the biggest pull the phlebotomist had done, she said, but not, I assured her, the biggest that had ever been done on me), had physical therapy for neurological issues, I stayed up all night with a sick husband (food poisoning, we think, not anything serious, but still not pleasant), mourned David Bowie, wrote a new poem, and an essay response to the recent essay on the terrific Ellen Bass (and her subsequent disappearance) which will appear in The Rumpus (!!). I’ve been sleeping irregular hours and eating oddly at odd times. I caught up on my reading a bit – from supremely great Japanese superstar author Yoko Ogawa’s Revenge (if you’re any kind of fan of Haruki Murakami’s short stories, please read this immediately) from The Unprofessionals, a new anthology from The Paris Review, to the Four-Legged Girl by Diane Suess. I hadn’t written a poem for…well it’s been over a few weeks, at least, and I’m usually good for at least a poem a week. It must have been a combination of the bloodletting, the strange winter sunshine we had for a few days, and the reading. Plus a lack of anything good on television.

I’ve been thinking of the things we do to keep from disappearing in our lives – to forcing ourselves out in the cold to take in a few minutes of sun over the admittedly still pretty barren landscapes, from making new friends and acquaintances to doing things like writing books and hey, blogging. It’s so easy to just live in our routines, to refrain from making a fuss or any noise at all, sometimes, especially in January, a month where cocooning seems downright practical. While my husband was sick, I wrote e-mails and stayed on hold with his doctor’s office – an attempt to keep him from being invisible to his care providers. We’re still (seemingly in vain) searching for a house to buy. In a month that can, with its cold, its short days, its worries about post-holiday bills and flu viruses, depress even the shiniest of people, how do we prevent ourselves from dimming?

I’m getting ready to get into a second round of edits on my PR for Poets book for Two Sylvias Press, removing unclear language, defining terms, adding quotes, examples and exercises. I’m really hoping this will be a helpful book for a lot of people who feel like they don’t know how to launch a book, how to get people to pay attention in a sea of self-and-traditionally published books. I’m also thinking about my next (!!) poetry book launch with Moon City Press (blurbs, cover art, do I need a new author photo, etc) even while helping Mayapple Press send The Robot Scientist’s Daughter out to be considered for book prizes (which it may or may not have a good shot at – these things are worth doing.) I think part of what keeps us motivated in cold, shrill January is the awareness that reaching out, connecting with and helping others is not only good for others, it’s good for our own souls. Part of effective book marketing has to do not only with what we say about our own books, but what we say about other’s books, how we communicate with the writing and reading communities at large. We can’t let each other disappear from view.

Strange Horizons Shoutout and Seattle’s First Thursday Art Walk with Mutated Megafauna

Back to normal life and the new year. First of all, thanks to Lesley Wheeler and Strange Horizons for this shoutout for The Robot Scientist’s Daughter in a roundup of 2015 books! A nice way to start the year!

Another good way to start the year – the Seattle Art Walk! We met my little brother and sister-in-law downtown on this frosty January evening for Capital Hill/Pioneer Square’s First Thursday Art Walk. We enjoyed a lot of the art – and got to introduce them to the Method Gallery, which they’d never been to before – but our favorite was Roq La Rue’s Charismatic Megafauna show. There were some amazing pieces there – here’s me photographed with a bejeweled panther by Justin Beckman (and a better shot of it), an “Arctic Fox with Problems,” by Laurie Hogin, and my very favorite – with nuclear stacks and a meerkat family in the distance, robot and lop-eared bunny among the tigers in the foreground – “The Machine in the Garden” by Jean Pierre Arboleda. Also, a very cool and better in person- miniature golden animals with LED lights in a mirror by Peter Gronquist. Most images courtesy of Roq La Rue (as my digital pics of these pieces failed to do them justice…) This is a show I definitely wanted to walk away with at least one of these fantastical pieces. Go if you get a chance – it’s all better in person!

: Jeannine with panther

: The Machine in the Garden

: Arctic Fox Tropical

: full panther image

: Animals in a mirror

Also, speaking of getting in touch with our visual arts sides – I messed around and came up with a vision board for 2016. I’m still perfecting it, but you get the gist. This is a little ritual I’ve been doing the last few years, and it gives me an excuse to mess with scissors and glue sticks and collaging while thinking about my goals for the coming year. Despite this week’s news including North Korea’s nuclear testing, a stock market nosedive, and other less cheerful things, I hope we will have plenty of health, success and happiness in 2016!

Happy New Year! Major Awards, Things I am Thankful For, Wishes for 2016!

Happy New Year’s Eve to all of you! 2015 was a tough year for many of us, so I am wishing us all a more joyous and peaceful 2016! Solar flares mean northern lights may be visible tonight, so keep an eye out after the ball drops!

It was dry and cold last night so we finally got the chance for one of my favorite Christmas traditions – albeit post-Christmas – going to see the Bellevue Botanical Gardens holiday lights. We met my little brother and his wife there and enjoyed the festive glow even though I couldn’t feel my hands after about fifteen minutes outside, despite wearing gloves (I’ve become very bad about the cold – it was around 30 degrees – since moving to the West Coast. My midwestern former self would not be impressed!) It did remind me why I hold on to some traditions – being outside with the lights, even in the cold, made me feel appropriately holiday-esque instead of grumpy and house-bound (We had some unending gloomy freezing rain – and about ten seconds of snow – the week before and of Christmas, so there was not much getting out and about.)

: Undersea lights scene at the Bellevue Botanical Gardens

: Me and Glenn with light peacock and flower garden at Bellevue Botanical Gardens

: Dragon lights at Bellevue Botanical Gardens

Some good news to share – thanks to the SFPA who finally sent me the certificate for winning second prize for the Elgin Award 2014 for my book Unexplained Fevers. It was a nice surprise to get it in the mail!

Other book news to be grateful for: thanks to Donna Miscolta for including The Robot Scientist’s Daughter in her list of favorite reads of the year and to Karen J. Weyant who included it on her Best Poetry Collections of the Year list – it’s so hard for small press poetry books to make any kind of list, so I’m very thankful to be on these two!

So what are your wishes for 2016? I’m hoping for more days of good health, more ability to spend times with friends, a new one-story home for us (we’re still on the search for a ranch that’s affordable out here on the East side), and of course, thankful for the Moon City Press people for putting out my apocalypse-themed Field Guide to the End of the World next year! I’ve planned a little travel – presenting at AWP LA to begin with in the spring, then some readings across the country later in the year – so maybe 2016 will be a better year for being out and about! What are you hopeful for?