Compass Rose came out ten days ago. Maybe I should have posted something sooner, but the birthday of a first book is… well… let’s just say I had too many emotions running around to pin one down long enough to write about it. So. Compass Rose is out there, doing her thing, and here I am: … More Compass Rose, Island Living, and a Metaphor
Fairytales aren’t for children. … More Why I Love Retold Fairy Tales
I’ve spent the past few years living on islands. When I talk about my life to people who don’t understand the circumstances, I often find that part hard to explain. It doesn’t quite feel real. Even now that I’ve closed that chapter and my wife and I have moved back to Massachusetts, I still can’t … More Snow Falling on Palm Trees
Is there anything more satisfying than seeing your creation come alive? Not to sound like Dr. Frankenstein, but Mary Shelley had the right idea. I look at the cover of Compass Rose, and I want to throw up my hands and shout, “it’s alive!” to the thunder. I don’t, of course. At least not in … More Compass Rose gets a cover and I might be Dr. Frankenstein
The protagonist in my upcoming novel, Compass Rose, takes a rather blasé approach to hurricanes. She would, since I equipped her with the technology to simply slip below the waves, barring technical difficulties, at the first sign of a storm. Throughout the novel, hurricanes are mentioned in passing the way most of us talk about normal … More Writing Climate Fiction Just Got (More) Personal
Lately, watching the news feels a little bit like reading a near-future dystopian fiction novel. As a writer, I find this fascinating. As a citizen, well, let’s just say that hurricanes are fascinating, too, in their destructive power, but that does not mean I want to live through one. Speculative fiction has always lurked on … More Why We Need Dystopian Fiction
When I was hovering on the cusp of an unfortunate adolescence, a teacher had our class create time capsules. The prompt, I recall, had something to do with warning our future selves away from the dangers of drugs and alcohol. My twelve-year-old self had other ideas. I got the time capsule back halfway through college … More Write The Stories You Want To Read
