Metastasis Deadline and Decisions

He Loves Me Not - Photograph by Rhonda ParrishThe deadline for Metastasis is midnight tonight. For those who have asked, I’m not sure what time zone the publisher lives in (she gets submissions and sends them on to me) but she’s not exactly a hard-ass so I suspect anything in her mail before she wakes up tomorrow will be sent on to me. Still, I can’t guarantee that so sooner is probably better.

Tomorrow, Monday, I begin another social media retreat week and by the end of it I hope to have made all my final decisions and notified the authors. I won’t be ready to announce the table of contents and stuff away as it has to go to the publisher for final approval and all that fun stuff, but we *may* be able to do a cover reveal by then. Maybe.

So that’s where things stand right now, I’ll definitely keep you up to date as things progress.

How I Work

Kittys At Work
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Any work I can do without the use of a computer is done on my bed. I know, I know it’s bad for me, it’s not good for posture, or brain training or whatever, whatever, whatever… but regardless it is how I work. One day, a few weeks ago, I stepped away from my work for a couple minutes and when I came back to it this was the sight that greeted me. Since this is actually fairly typical of my working conditions I couldn’t resist the urge to snap a picture to share.

Allow me to introduce Indiana, Absinthe and Eowyn. Atreyu, our dog, was at my feet when I shot this picture and that’s also usually where he is when I’m working too (on the computer or otherwise).

My life. It ain’t glamorous, but it sure is furry.

Sale: Patchwork Quilt

jotartanRecognize this picture? It’s of the patchwork quilt my mother made me when I was very young. I blogged about it a while back, talking about how much I loved it, how old it was getting and the remarkable coincidence that Jo’s family tartan appears in it. At the time I blogged about it I thought that, no matter how much I loved it, it was time to throw it away. I was wrong. Since then I have actually started taking the quilt apart, stitch by stitch to save it and turn it into something else. Since the passing of my mother, especially, it has been made clear to me that I definitely made the right decision.

I also wrote a poem about this quilt entitled (creatively enough) Patchwork Quilt. Patchwork quilt has just been accepted for inclusion in the summer issue of Westward Quarterly.

Long live the quilt! 😉

Sale: New Arrival & Mary Lee

Every Day Poets LogoHave I mentioned that Every Day Poets has become one of my favourite markets? One of the many reasons for that is it doesn’t require me to classify my poetry according to genre and since more and more I’m writing pieces that aren’t speculative, that is a lifesaver.

Last week I received notification that two more of my poems have been accepted for future publication at Every Day Poets (One speculative and one not). New Arrival and Mary Lee will be coming soon to EDP. You can be sure I’ll keep you updated on that 😉

Fuck It

I’m revising and transcribing poems from my April Poem a Day notebook onto my computer to send out. The prompt for Day Fourteen was “A Sonnet”.

I don’t love sonnets, I find iambic pentameter awkward and just not my favourite. That being said, I’ve written a couple I was pretty pleased with… but not this April. The top of my page for that day says “Day Fourteen — A Sonnet” It is then followed by two and a half pages of things that have been written and then scribbled out. And then, finally, the poem I ended up with this:

Fuck It

I’m supposed to write a sonnet
but my pen doesn’t know how.
It keeps inking haiku,
limericks and jokes (low-brow).

I’m supposed to write a sonnet,
that is fourteen lines long
but all of my rhymes
are far too sing-song.

I’m supposed to write a sonnet
minding rhythm and feet
but it’s not going to happen
so I might as well cheat.

I’m supposed to write a sonnet,
but I wrote this instead.

It made me lawl so I thought I’d share it. I hope no one was offended by the profanity.

Ya know, one day I’m going to self-pub a book full of my bad poetry and give it away. Just for the hell of it.

Accepted for Tesseracts 17!!!

tesseractToday is an emotional day for me. First of all, it should have been my Mom’s 56th birthday. I don’t think I need to dwell on how I feel about that in this post. I feel as you would imagine I do. Sad, angry, missing her… but, as difficult as it is to reconcile, today is also a very good day. Today I get to announce that my story, Bedtime Story, has been accepted for publication in Tesseracts 17: Speculating Canada from Coast to Coast to Coast.

Having a piece accepted for a Tesseracts anthology has been on my writerly bucket list for forever, and now I get to cross that one off. Mission accomplished! I feel fantastic about that, proud, humbled, encouraged… I am inspired to write and create, to keep pushing forward.

Bedtime Story is a piece that I really struggled with too, so I can’t think of a story more appropriate to be my first foray into the world of Tesseracts. It was inspired in part by a dream, so it’s a little different, a little weird, a little off, but it was also one of the first stories I wrote where I felt I’d successfully shown just the right amount and let my readers fill in the rest for themselves. My mother would have loved it. And she’d have been incredibly happy for me and proud of me for reaching one of my goals I’d worked toward for so long.

Today, though there is no way I’m going to be able to avoid being sad and missing her, I’m going to try very hard to focus on the good parts of the day too. It’s what she would have wanted.


TESSERACTS 17: SPECULATING CANADA FROM COAST TO COAST TO COAST

  • Introduction: What is a Tesseract? Colleen Anderson
  • Vermilion Wine: Claude Lalumière
  • Night Journey: West Coast: Eileen Kernaghan
  • The Wall: Rhea Rose
  • 2020 Vision: Lisa Smedman
  • Why Pete?: Timothy Reynolds
  • Bird Bones: Megan Fennell
  • Bedtime Story: Rhonda Parrish
  • Graveyard Shift: Holly Schofield
  • Path of Souls: Edward Willett
  • Sin A Squay: David Jón Fuller
  • Hereinafter Referred to as the Ghost: Mark Leslie
  • Anywhere: Alyxandra Harvey
  • Secret Recipes: Costi Gurgu
  • Star Severer: Ben Godby
  • The Lighthouse Keeper’s Wife: Dave Beynon
  • Graffiti Borealis: Lisa Poh
  • My Child Has Winter in His Bones: Dominik Parisien
  • Team Leader 2040: Catherine Austen
  • Sand Hill: Elise Moser
  • The Ripping: Vincent Grant Perkins
  • Unwilling to Turn Around: J.J. Steinfield
  • Pique Assiette: Catherine MacLeod
  • Leaving Cape Roseway: John Bell
  • Everybody Wins: Rachel Cooper
  • In the Bubble: William Meikle
  • Hermione and Me: Dwain Campbell
  • Blizzard Warning: Jason Barrett
  • M.E.L.: Dianne Homan
  • The Calligrapher’s Daughter: Patricia Robertson
  • Afterword: Editing Anthologies Made Easy: Steve Vernon

Sale: Hold This Camel

Back at the beginning of April, when I was doing the April Poem a Day Challenge, I tweeted this:

Well, today I’m ridiculously pleased to announce that my poem, “Hold This Camel” has been accepted for publication by The Germ. This is a new market for me and I’m very much looking forward to this poem’s publication in their autumn issue due out in September.

Five Questions from Beth Cato

He Loves Me Not - Photograph by Rhonda ParrishBeth Cato is an incredibly talented writer and poet who I’m proud to call my friend. Very recently she offered me the chance to be interviewed about Metastasis, my upcoming anthology from Wolfsinger Publications. I jumped at the chance.

Her interview went live on her blog today. You can check it out here — Five Questions for Rhonda Parrish, Editor of Metastasis. As you may have guessed from the title, the interview is short, only five questions, but it covers a lot of ground just the same. If you’ve submitted to Metastasis, are thinking of submitting or just want to know a little bit more about me or the anthology, check it out. It’ll be well worth your time.