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I'm a speculative fiction author who tends to write dark science fiction, cheerful horror, and modern fairy tales.
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What's New for 2016/2017?
Women Write SF - Redux
Not-So-Silent-Planet: A Speculative Storytelling Show
Publication Date TBD
"Butterfly, Modified," will appear in Ghosts on Drugs, an anthology put together by Hy Bender and Will Paoletto.
All the tales in Ghosts on Drugs include some version of at least one ghost who's on some version of at least one drug. Both key terms are broadly defined—e.g., a ghostwriter hooked on cough syrup could fit, and a dead ancient god with an inhumanly intense craving to be worshiped again could too.
"Dear Miss Dilemma," in Pete Sutton's Sick City Syndrome, a horror novel set in a world where ghosts are real--or are they?
Pete included some material from other authors in his book as part of the worldbuilding. My contribution is near the middle of Chapter 1. Conveniently, that is within Amazon's "Look Inside" free sample. Go, read my piece, and get a taste of the rest of the book for free!
Dear Miss Dilemma,
I've followed your column for years, but I never expected to be writing to you for help! I hope you can advise me as to what I should do. I am very worried about my nai nai. She has always been an independent and strong-willed woman, but I know she feels lost since my grandfather's death. In her grief, she has become irrational.
She denies that my grandfather's ghost exists.
When I stepped off the shuttle and breathed in the dry grass scent of Trade City, I was still confident I could launch the first human church on Landry’s World. My fellow passengers had been politely non-interested when I explained the mission my church had sent me on. A few had shaken their heads as they glided away. I thought maybe they objected to a female preacher. Or maybe it was because I’m an ex-marine. I’m an “ex-” a lot of things: ex-marine, ex-atheist, ex-drunk, ex-wife, and ex-mother–that last because I was a poor enough mother that when my kids grew up, they washed their hands of me.
WordBrew MN 2016
Women Write SF
Market Listings and Other Free Writers' Resources
4th Street Fantasy Convention
Submit It Now! Science Fiction, Fantasy, and Horror Short Stories
MidAmeriCon II (AKA WorldCon 74)