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January has started with a bang.
My poem "Pony" has come in third place in ZO Magazine's Decennalia Contest.
And, for the first time ever, I was awarded a Literary Creation Grant by the Ontario Arts Council. This grant money will be used for the development of a collection of short stories tentatively titled Breath Sea Earth Flesh.
Part of that is allocated towards travel, and I have already booked a trip to Newfoundland. I lived there as a little kid and haven't been back since 1981. I've written quite a bit about my life in Newfoundland, so it will be interesting to see how the rock has changed, and how well my memories match up. I didn't realize how homesick I was for Newfoundland until I realized I am now able to finance a trip.
I hope to use more of the grant money for trips back to the Maritimes as well as some research trips within Ontario. I'm so grateful for this cash infusion. It lets me realize my work is valued by more than just my tiny circle of readers and friends.
I'm finishing up my stint at GrubStreet. The LGBTQ+ Novel Immersive has been very work-intensive. I sometimes have over 100 pages of close reading to do in a week for this course alone, let alone what I'm also doing for my other writing circles. I had applied for a speculative fiction novel workshop through Clarion West, but I didn't get in. This rejection is a merry-go-sorrow. Yes, I was looking forward to it, but not being in another intensive right away means I get some breathing space. And I need that.
I just went through the first round of edits for a couple of poems which are being anthologized this year. More information on that when I get publication details.
Next week, I am back to horror-writing school with Alex Davis Events. It runs on Tuesdays for six weeks, and you can still sign up, if you're interested. I recommend his workshops, classes, and seminars. They're top-notch with a lot of terrific guest speakers/instructors.
I'm continuing to revise my novel The Everwhen, but my work on the novella The Development has stalled. Hopefully, I'll be able to resume work on it by the end of February, when my work with GrubStreet finally wraps.
Life gave me mouldy lemons to go with all this delicious lemonade, though. I was recently diagnosed with frozen shoulder, and have a year and a half or so of a new disability to contend with. I'm hoping it won't interfere with my writing, though it definitely interferes with pretty much everything else. Today I realized I can no longer put underarm deoderant on, so I guess I'm gonna stink for a while. Yay.
My poem "Pony" has come in third place in ZO Magazine's Decennalia Contest.
And, for the first time ever, I was awarded a Literary Creation Grant by the Ontario Arts Council. This grant money will be used for the development of a collection of short stories tentatively titled Breath Sea Earth Flesh.
Part of that is allocated towards travel, and I have already booked a trip to Newfoundland. I lived there as a little kid and haven't been back since 1981. I've written quite a bit about my life in Newfoundland, so it will be interesting to see how the rock has changed, and how well my memories match up. I didn't realize how homesick I was for Newfoundland until I realized I am now able to finance a trip.
I hope to use more of the grant money for trips back to the Maritimes as well as some research trips within Ontario. I'm so grateful for this cash infusion. It lets me realize my work is valued by more than just my tiny circle of readers and friends.
I'm finishing up my stint at GrubStreet. The LGBTQ+ Novel Immersive has been very work-intensive. I sometimes have over 100 pages of close reading to do in a week for this course alone, let alone what I'm also doing for my other writing circles. I had applied for a speculative fiction novel workshop through Clarion West, but I didn't get in. This rejection is a merry-go-sorrow. Yes, I was looking forward to it, but not being in another intensive right away means I get some breathing space. And I need that.
I just went through the first round of edits for a couple of poems which are being anthologized this year. More information on that when I get publication details.
Next week, I am back to horror-writing school with Alex Davis Events. It runs on Tuesdays for six weeks, and you can still sign up, if you're interested. I recommend his workshops, classes, and seminars. They're top-notch with a lot of terrific guest speakers/instructors.
I'm continuing to revise my novel The Everwhen, but my work on the novella The Development has stalled. Hopefully, I'll be able to resume work on it by the end of February, when my work with GrubStreet finally wraps.
Life gave me mouldy lemons to go with all this delicious lemonade, though. I was recently diagnosed with frozen shoulder, and have a year and a half or so of a new disability to contend with. I'm hoping it won't interfere with my writing, though it definitely interferes with pretty much everything else. Today I realized I can no longer put underarm deoderant on, so I guess I'm gonna stink for a while. Yay.
