Author: Melanie Marttila

The next chapter: March 2025 update

/ Melanie Marttila

The sh*t has officially hit the fan.

Picture of a dynamic winter sunset.

Life in general

Tariffs in March! And now April! 25%! Make that 50%! No! 250%! I’m trying not to get drawn into the black hole-like news cycle, but it’s hard. It’s everywhere on every social media feed, on the radio, on the television. I’m trying to engage selectively and still respect my need not to be completely dysregulated by trashfire 2025. It’s a challenging balance to strike.

Interestingly Premiere Ford got Trump to back down after imposing counter tariffs on energy supply. I can’t keep up. Then again, I really don’t want to.

But Phil keeps me informed.

There are signs things might be imploding, thanks to brave journalists and grass-roots resistance, and interesting statements coming from behind party lines saying the Orange Menace is “off book.”

The Canadian armed forces are running exercises and one of Trudeau’s last acts as Prime Minister was to commission new warships to be built, providing a domestic market for our steel. Will it be enough to replace what will be lost to the tariff war? Probably not, but it will be enough to keep people working.

Mark Carney became our new Prime Minister on the 14th and immediately repealed the carbon tax, essentially removing Pollievre’s main campaign platform. He’s also strengthening ties with the EU.

And now a federal election is being called. Things are moving so fast.

Daylight saving time arrived and, as per usual, my body’s still living on standard time. I’m messed up for at least 2 weeks. EVERY. GD. TIME.

DST Princess Bride meme
My favourite DST/Princess Bride meme.

But shit at work is getting done. I’m just trying to get one thing done at a time, move onto the next thing, and not freak out. This too, is hard.

The month in writing

I finished this draft of Reality Bomb on March 2nd! Cue the Snoopy happy dance/flailing Kermit arms/what have you. But the draft now stands at 122,616 words. It’s a step up (or down, depending on your perspective) from the 124,527 words the last draft was, but it’s still too big. So, there’s more work in my future. There always is.

My final meeting with Suzy was on the 6th. I’d had a dysregulating day at work and was open about it. Still the meeting got me focusing on my work-in-progress and not the umpteen-million things waiting to be done at work. So, it was good.

Now to take a break from RB proper, I’m turning to my query and synopsis. I’ll use those to guide my next passes. I want to cut back to 110k, if not 100k, though I doubt I’ll be able to manage the latter. We’ll see.

I’m writing poetry here and there as well.

Definitely emerging from my winter cave.

Got a poetry reading together with another local poet, Vera Constantineau at the South End branch of the Greater Sudbury Public Library on April 12th at 2 pm.

Poster for a poetry reading with Vera Constantineau and Melanie Marttila at the Greater Sudbury Public Library South End branch April 12, 2025 at 2 pm.

Reached out to another local author about informal mentoring. Will connect with her sometime in April as well.

Finally, I’m starting to write reviews. My first one, on Lisa Timpf’s Cats and Dogs in Space, went up on Amazing Stories online on March 24th.

In writerly business, the first SF Canada quarterly board meeting of 2025 was on the 31st.

Filling the well

The full suckerfish moon in Virgo and blood moon eclipse was on the 14th. I didn’t stay up late enough to see the eclipse but did a guided meditation.

Spring arrived on the 20th. Lit up my altar and thought about the snow melting.

And the new ash moon and partial solar eclipse in Aries was on the 29th. Did another short, guided meditation.

I’ve been playing hide and seek with the moon, lately. If it hasn’t been completely overcast, what clouds there are make the lady hard to find. Often, I can’t get a good view until after dark and I still can’t take a decent nighttime photo with my phone to save my life. I hope things will improve now that the season is changing.

In writerly events, I attended Navigating Publishing Today with Mark Leslie Lefebvre and Suzy Vadori on the 7th. It was a fabulous session that became a fabulous Show, Don’t Tell podcast episode!

Later that same day, I attended a Canada Council for the Arts information session about updates to their programming and submissions system. The changes won’t be taking place until the summer, but things look promising.

The Canada Council annual public meeting was on the 19th.

The first three of four webinars in Cece Lyra’s Starting it Right series were on the 20th, the 27th, and the 30th. If you’ve ever signed up for a Cece Lyra webinar, you know it’s going long. She’s so passionate about writing.

Spring Finnish classes started up on the 17th and will continue for 8 weeks, as per usual. Again, I’m showing improvement.

On the 21st, I attended an Authors Publish webinar on how to get your manuscript submission-ready with Alexandra Leggat.

I attended an information session of the Canada Council’s new Artistic Creation grants on the 26th.

My support group met on the 26th to discuss work-specific accommodations.

I had another blissful week off work from the 17th to the 21st.

What I’m watching and reading

I watched the first season of Cross (Prime). A compelling arc in which Alex Cross deals with the trauma of his wife’s death, tries to protect his family from a stalker, and hunts down a serial killer who modifies his victims to look like famous serial killers of the past. It’s all kinds of creepy, but very good.

Then, I finished watching before (Apple TV +). This psychological horror wasn’t really my cuppa. Billy Crystal plays a child psychologist about to retire after his wife commits suicide (before cancer can do the job). A young boy inexplicably wanders into his house, and he feels an immediate connection. When he later meets the boy at the hospital, he decides to take on one last case. It could be a complex case of transference and countertransference, or there could be something supernatural happening. The ending is ambiguous.

Phil and I finished watching the latest season of Invincible (Prime). Mark deals with having a little brother, but unlike Dawn in Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Oliver has superpowers too, and they manifest while he’s still a kid. It makes things challenging for Debbie, who’s trying to move on from Nolan. Speaking of whom, Allen finally convinces Nolan to break out of the Viltrumite gulag he’s in, but that’s the last we see of him for the season, though he drops a juicy bomb on Allen before their last scene ends. Mark is also trying to deal with the fallout from Angstrom Leavy, whom he thinks he killed. A whole passel of Invincibles from other worlds invade, and then Conquest arrives from Viltrum and kills . . . lots of people. There’s more, but I’ll just leave you with that taste. It’s as bloody as ever, and the last episode sets up at least four major threats for season four.

Next, I watched The Wild Robot (Prime). I laughed. I cried. I did not pee my pants. I swear. A service robot ends up on an uninhabited (by humans) island and tries to fulfill its mission. Seriously, my heart, y’all. Now I shall have to read the book. Watch it! It’s awesome! And just what you need to defrag your hard drive of all the bullshittery happening in the world.

Then, Phil and I watched the end of Silo, season two (Apple TV +). Phil didn’t watch season one with me, and I found it kind of weird when he decided he liked the series partway through season two. It was so good, though. Juliette survives cleaning thanks to her friends in supply and makes her way through a field of corpses to the next silo, which appears to be abandoned and flooded. Back at the original silo, Bernard prepares for the inevitable crisis that follows a survived cleaning. Juliette solves mysteries at the new silo while Bernard recruits Kyle to solve mysteries in the old, while mechanical foments rebellion. The final flashback scene is cryptic, but I’m looking forward to what the next season brings. I’ve only read the first book in the series, so I have some catching up to do.

I also finished the first season of Your Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man (Disney +). Love the opening with the updated version of the classic 70s Spiderman theme. Almost every character has comics significance and the potential to become a superhero in their own rights. Dr. Connor’s is a woman of colour! It’s also, clearly, a multiverse story. *Mild Spoilers* Ben is not dead, but in prison. There is no Mary-Jane Watson (yet?). Peter’s origin story is original and circular (the events of the first and last episodes converge). So much fun!

Next, I finished watching Interior Chinatown (Disney +). Based on the novel of the same name by Charles Yu. It’s better if you think of it as INT. CHINATOWN. Like a screenplay because that’s very much the way this series is presented. Very meta. Willis Wu works as a waiter in his family’s restaurant, but years ago, his brother disappeared, and he’s been worrying at the mystery ever since. He inserts himself into the police department by delivering takeout, moves through tech guy and translator roles until he’s a detective and reopens his brother’s cold case.

Phil caught part of a few episodes and asked, “Is it intentional, or is this show badly written?” And I forgave him because he didn’t get the premise. I can’t explain things more here without getting all kinds of spoilery. The concept is that intertwined with the story. But the show is worth the initial confusion and clichéd dialogue. Trust me. There’s a moment when you say to yourself, oh . . . so that’s what he’s doing. I recently listened to an interview with Yu on the Our Opinions Are Correct podcast. That’s worth a listen, too.

Then, I finished watching season 2 of The Irrational (CityTV). It remains an interesting twist on the police procedural, focusing on psychologist Alex Mercer and his team of graduate assistants. Sometimes they help the police. Often, they help the FBI or rely on their resources because Alex has an in through his ex-wife Marissa. This season, they were even called in to help NASA. And Alex’s new girlfriend, Rose, is former MI-6 and a professional “fixer.” It’s an intriguing mix of characters and relationships that keeps the mysteries they solve feeling fresh.

Finally, I watched Wicked (Prime) over two nights for spoons reasons. Not having read the book (though I have it . . . somewhere in my TBR pile) or seen the play, I had nothing to compare it to and thoroughly enjoyed it, despite not being terribly fond of musicals. I loved the animal justice subplot. And I will now have to find the novel and move it up in the pile.

My first read of March 2025 was Zen Cho’s Sorcerer to the Crown. This was a delightful alternate historical fantasy. It feels regency, but there are mentions of Napoleon still being in power in France, so Napoleonic? Zacharias Wythe is the new Sorcerer Royal, after his guardian, the previous Sorcerer Royal, dies under mysterious circumstances. Because he’s also an emancipated slave and person of colour, the rest of the Society of Unnatural Philosophers want to find a way to oust him, but Zacharias’ position is dependent upon the acceptance of the previous Sorcerer Royal’s staff and familiar, both of which he has, though no one can claim to have seen the latter . . .

But Zacharias has a mystery to solve, that of Britain’s decreased magic levels, and he is inveighed upon by a friend to deliver a tedious lecture to a witch’s school on the way. At the school, Zacharias sees the horrid way in which women with magical ability are treated, and he meets Prunella Gentleman, a young woman of colour and of most startling ability. Together, they embark upon a mission to change magical education in Britain—and the rest of the world—forever. Chef’s kiss!

Then, I read The Complete and Original Norwegian Folktales of Asbjørnsen and Moe, translated by Tiina Nunnally. Yes, there’s a forward by a certain fantasy author, currently accused of SA, but I glossed over that, disinterested in finding anything useful or clever there. The translator included Asbjørnsen and Moe’s notes, and they were far more entertaining.

These folktales unsurprisingly feature trolls as the main antagonists, often with multiple (5, 10, 15 or 3, 6, 9) heads. Ashlad is frequently the clever young hero, but young girls are also clever heroines. There are talking animals who often beg to be killed (beheaded, these tales are fond of beheading) and assist the protagonist beyond their apparent deaths and sometimes transform into princes after the fact. There are several tales in which the protagonist is forbidden to look into rooms in their guardians’ homes, but that’s where the similarly to Bluebeard ends. Enjoyed this collection quite a bit.

Next, I read Rogue Protocol by Martha Wells, the third Murderbot novella. Murderbot is on its own and gets roped into protecting another band of hapless humans from GrayCris Corp. And they have their own bot, Miki, who is irritating to no end. Murderbot just wants to watch some quality series . . . Excellent!

Then, I read the follow-up to Sorcerer to the Crown, The True Queen by Zen Cho. Muna and Sakti awaken in the surf of Janda Baik, Malaysia with no memory of who they are except that they must be sisters. But they have been cursed and must travel to distant Britain, where Crown Sorceress (minor spoilers for book 1—sorry, not sorry) Prunella Wythe has established a school for young sorceresses. When Sakti is abducted on their way to Britain through the unseen world, though, Muna must try to rescue her sister even though she has no magic. Queer romance abounds. Loved, if possible, even more than book 1!

Then, I listened to the very short audiobook of Cajun Folklore by J.J. Reneaux. Lots of clever characters in these tales. Enjoyed.

I listened to Cat o’ Nine Tales: The Jane Yellowrock Stories by Faith Hunter. It was my first dip into Jane Yellowrock, though these novels have been on my radar for years . . . I’m kind of embarrassed. Jane is a Cherokee woman and skinwalker, bonded to the spirit of Beast, a mountain lion, after an accident involving black magic when she was a child. She’s primarily a vampire hunter but branches out to any supernatural threat. These stories fit in between Hunter’s novels and provide an entertaining and bloody overview of Jane’s adventures and entanglements. Thoroughly enjoyed.

Next, I listened (can you tell most of this was during my week off when listening is the most I can be arsed to do) to the super-short, incredibly hilarious, but still informative Audible Original How to Survive Menopause by Samantha Bee. Basically, a stand-up set, but everything you need to hear if you have ovaries.

Then, I listened to Amal El-Mohtar’s The River Has Roots. This retelling of the Bonny Swans has it all. Grammar as music as magic. A sentient river. Two ancient willows at the edge of the fairy realm. Two sisters whose love defies death. There are several significant departures from the folktale/song it’s based on, but to explain more than I already have will spoil this truly lovely story. It is gentle and kind and everything we need right now. Amazing. LOVED!

My last listen during my week off was The Abolitionists, an Audible Original/The Great Courses collaboration with Professor Kellie Carter Jackson. She covers the origins of the movement, Harper’s Ferry, the civil war, and the underground railroad. Excellent.

Finally, I finished On Writing and Worldbuilding, Volume 1 by Tim Hickson. I’ve been a fan of his YouTube channel, Hello, Future Me for years now, and finally bought all three of his W&W books (to date). They’re based on the craft advice he shares on his channel. I like his philosophy of writing, and I enjoyed the book. It’s now on my craft writing shelf.

And that was the month in this writer’s life.

Until next month, be well and stay safe; be kind and stay strong. The world needs your stories!

I acknowledge with respect that I am in Robinson-Huron Treaty territory, that the land from which I write is the traditional territory of the Anishinaabe and home of Atikameksheng Anishnawbek and Wahnapitae First Nation.

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Auroras eligibility post

/ Melanie Marttila

It’s that time of year again. Again? Yeah. Feels weird. But good-weird.

The Aurora Awards eligibility lists are now up, and I have a story and two poems on those lists!

Cover of Through the Portal.

In the Best Short Fiction Category, you will find my short story “The Beekeeper,” which was published in Through the Portal: Tales from a Hopeful Dystopia, edited by Nina Munteanu and Lynn Hutchinson Lee, by Exile Editions, December 31, 2024. ISBN: 9781990773341, pp 178-191.

This story is not available online, but if you get in touch with me, melanie dot marttila at gmail dot com, I can send you a pdf copy.

Cover of Polar Starlight 13.
Cover of Polar Borealis 30.

In the Best Poem/Song category, I have two poems:

“Time and Tide,” Polar Starlight 13, February 2024.

“Vasilisa,” Polar Borealis 30, June 2024.

If you select either linked title, you can download the pdfs of both issues (or any other issue you’d like to read) for free.

If you’re Canadian who loves science fiction and fantasy and can spare $10 for an annual membership in the Canadian Science Fiction and Fantasy Association (CSFFA), please consider joining so you can nominate. You don’t even need to nominate me. There are so many fabulous Canadian authors. This is not a zero-sum game.

But if you want to nominate me, I’d be grateful.

How do you join the CSFFA, you ask?

Simply visit the CSFFA site.

Screenshot of the CSFFA web site.

You will see, front and centre, two options: Not a member yet? and You are a member?

Select the option that applies to you and follow the directions.

Thank you for your time and consideration.

I acknowledge with respect that I am in Robinson-Huron Treaty territory, that the land from which I write is the traditional territory of the Anishinaabe and home of Atikameksheng Anishnawbek and Wahnapitae First Nation.

The next chapter: February 2025 update

/ Melanie Marttila

Tolerating ambiguity. It’s harder than it looks.

A picture of spuce against a cloudy sky.

Life in general

I’m doing what I can to manage dysregulation and my health in light of the political shenanigans taking place here in Canada as well as south of the border.

We got a reprieve on the tariff situation, then tariffs were imposed on steel and aluminum. On top of the general tariff on all Canadian imports to take effect next month. Our government continues to try to mount a defense.

From The Skimm Daily (week of Feb 17):

“Of Trump’s 75 (and counting) [executive orders], 17 overhaul foreign policy, shifting US stances on Russia, Ukraine, and Gaza. [14] target immigration, fueling his mass deportation blitz. He’s also trying to end birthright citizenship, gut federal agencies, and is going after gender-affirming care and DEI . . . All while the new DOGE office slashes budgets (saying “you’re fired” to everyone from park rangers to nuclear weapons workers). Oh, and Trump’s been actively trolling Canada . . . . The courts seem to be the only guardrail checking his power, with more than 70 lawsuits already in motion — some making their way to the Supreme Court. But the (somehow very real) question remains: Will Trump’s team simply ignore the rulings?”

The orange menace is taking all the pages from the dictator’s playbook. And doing everything he can to serve up the Ukraine to Putin while taking Gaza for his latest high-end development. It’s all kinds of batshit.

Getting back to the phrase at the top of the post. Some of you may recognize it from various job descriptions. Tolerating ambiguity is a catch-all phrase meaning you gotta shut up and put up with ALL. THE. BULLSHIT. From everyone. All the time.

So, we’re all tolerating ambiguity these days.

It’s hard to know how to fight against a madman but fight we must.

And with a record low voter turnout (about 20% in Sudbury—WTF?), Ontario handed Ford another majority. Yeah, he’s hot to fight Trump (whom he formerly adored), but he’s tanked our health care system and our education system and done a whole bunch of other despicable things. The future isn’t looking so bright.

I’m (trying) to tolerate a lot of ambiguity at work right now, too, and feeling dysregulated every other day it seems. I try to listen to my body and my brain, but I can’t take a day to regulate and level out as often as I seem to need to.

And I just read an article that says to recover an hour of sleep debt, you have to get a full night’s sleep (!). That means that I’m running on a deficit of three night’s sleep for every full work week. Gah! The weekend never feels like it’s enough time off. Now I know why!

The month in writing

I was still trying to finish Reality Bomb. So close!

Will take a break after I finish next month to write the query and synopsis and then embark on a listening pass to see how many words I can trim.

At the same time, I started research on the period between the two world wars, the temporal setting for Alice in Thunderland. Most of the books were available through either the Greater Sudbury Public Library (GSPL) or the J.N. Desmarais Library at Laurentian University. I found a couple of YouTube channels to watch/listen to as well.

I sent in the first 10 pages of RB along with a semi-query and comps to Cece Lyra for her upcoming Start It Right webinar. She may critique my pages live in her webinar. I’m sure I’ll get some solid feedback, one way or the other.

Suzy got back to me. Turns out she was just insanely busy. Our first meeting of 2025 was on the 20th. And it was great. It’s not like there weren’t issues, but I’m improving. One more session to go!

Aaannnd . . . I may be on a certain book coach’s podcast in the future! Stay tuned 🙂

On the 22nd, I was informed that “The Beekeeper,” my story in Through the Portal, has been nominated for ECO24: The Year’s Best Speculative Ecofiction. I already submitted to the Aurora Awards and The Year’s Best Canadian Fantasy and Science Fiction last month. We’ll see if anything comes of it.

On the 23rd, I saw this lovely review of Through the Portal by Lorina Stephens for On Spec.

I received notification of my Public Lending Right payment. Woohoo! And not in a facetious way. People took The Art of Floating out of the library last year! Thank you, thank you, thank you!

But I also received notification that I was not awarded two of the three grants I applied for. I hope that means I’m still in the running for the third. Everything crossed! And yeah, that’s as painful as you might imagine.

Filling the well

The month started with Imbolc, and I put together a poetry reading covering the winter months for the still somewhat bleak midwinter.

I also lit my altar and did a guided meditation. I’ve discovered that I can only do a guided meditation, or something similar, in which I have something to focus on besides my thoughts. As an autistic prone to rumination, if I give my thoughts any opportunity, they take control and the meditation is over. The thoughts I tend to ruminate on are inevitably dark.

The full bear moon in Leo was on the 12th. The night was overcast. I did another guided meditation.

Moon pictures have been disappointing lately, all smudgy and out of focus. But I did take a couple of decent pictures of the creek. The ducks were visiting in the second one.

I tried to get some decent photos, but it’s been cold out and I haven’t been able to focus my phone camera properly.

The new rowan moon in Pisces was on the 27th. I did another guided meditation.

On the 4th, I attended a Clarion/Grist webinar on climate fiction with Annalee Newitz and Omar El Akkad. Interesting insights into climate fiction. And I always love Annalee’s presentations.

On the 5th, I attended a virtual talk, “We can’t teach a book with that word in it,” with Lawrence Hill and Debra Thompson. A discussion of banned books and the responsibility of teachers and professors to their students. Excellent.

And I signed up for another Tiffany Yates Martin webinar offered by Jane Friedman on January 29th. Because spoons, I watched the replay on the 7th. Excellent webinar with great resources.

In terms of physical/mental health and self-care, I took the first week of the month off to rest and recover. And get some tasks done. Tax prep, filing, unearthing all my journals, and cleaning my office. I got everything done but the cleaning.

I had a massage appointment on the 12th. I love my massage therapist!

My (currently) bi-annual mammogram was on the 13th.

Also on the 13th, I attended another RBC Patients and Family Learning Space webinar about insomnia. Interesting, but I am doing (or try to do) most of what they suggest.

And my support group meeting was on the 26th. This month’s topic was self-advocacy and accommodation.

What I’m watching and reading

Another series dropped off my watch list. I decided to try Psych (Netflix) after watching Talis Adler’s (Talis the Introvert) impassioned video essay in which she made the case that Psych was the best Sherlock Holmes adaptation ever made. I gave it a whole season, but I never got into it. A solid meh. Sorry Talis.

The first series I finished watching in February was the second season of Shrinking (Apple TV +). Honestly, it was better than the first. I won’t say much about it because I want y’all to check it out if you can.

I was watching the rest of Outlander season 7 (Amazon/Stack TV) but Stack’s licensing for the series lapsed before I could get there. Again. Season 8 is supposed to be the last, even though they haven’t caught up with the novels yet (strictly speaking). They’re compressing events and inserting them where is makes sense, but because I rely on the books for the actual story (love you, Diana!), the series can feel both action-packed and hurtling toward its conclusion.

I loved what I saw but decided that another streaming service was not in the budget. We’ll be deactivating Stack TV soonish as they’ve raised their subscription fee. Just one more series to finish first.

Then, I finished watching the first season of High Potential (CTV). Morgan is a high potential intellectual and mother of three who works as a nighttime cleaner for the LAPD. One night, she changes a murder board, and her life, forever. When called to the carpet for her vandalism, Morgan explains her reasoning and helps detective Karadec solve the murder. Selena, head of the major crimes division, offers Morgan a job as a consultant. Morgan initially refuses but then accepts on the condition that Selena help find her first husband who disappeared 15 years ago. Think of Morgan as the Erin Brockovich of the LAPD. Fun.

Next, I watched the first season of Interview with the Vampire. CTV SciFi aired it, and I’m glad I caught it. I really enjoyed the second season, and now I have the context to appreciate it even more. A most excellent re-envisioning of the novel and previous adaptations.

I finished watching the second and last season of Arcane: League of Legends (Netflix). The animation was even more striking, the pace just a little less hectic, and the story stronger than in season 1. I think they could have done even better if they squeezed in a tenth episode, but I’m happy with what we got. Everyone’s messed up after season one. A foreign warlord (Embessa) tries to take over Piltover. Victor becomes (or at least awakens) the Arcane. Vander returns in a surprising form. I can’t say much more without spoiling everything. You’ll just have to watch it.

Then, I finished watching the whole run of The Owl House (Disney +). Luz has always been a weirdo, and she’s supposed to go to summer camp but ends up opening a door to another world, which slams shut behind her. In the Burning Lands, she meets Eda, the owl lady, and King, who looks like a puppy wearing a bone mask. She convinces Eda to teach her magic (even though she’s a human) and soon learns the reason Eda is known as the owl lady. When she discovers that there is a magic school, she makes friends of the other students and eventually convinces the principle to allow her to enroll. Ultimately, Luz wants to find a way back home, which is why she wants to learn magic.

From the first, Luz is a chaotic transformation engine. Unfailingly kind, she changes everyone she meets. Eventually she does find a way home but realizes that the Burning Lands—and the people she’s come to love there—is where she belongs. There is so much more to this series—curses, conspiracies, queer love, the collector—and the final season was squished into three 1-hour episodes, which didn’t do it any favours, but I loved it overall. 

My first February listen was The Complete Guide to Tarot and Astrology by Louise Edington. An interesting book linking two of my new age-y interests. Most of the book was taken up with descriptions of the major and minor arcana and their astrological associations, but there was a good introduction about how to bring the two practices together, spreads, and application.

Then, I listened to Valor’s Trial, the fourth in Tanya Huff’s Valor’s Confederation series. Gunnery Seargeant Torin Kerr is thought to be killed in a battle against the Others, but her lover Craig refuses to believe it. Torin’s survived . . . a LOT over the past three novels. It can’t end like this. Meanwhile, Torin wakes in a subterranean POW camp where fascist elements have taken over, and everyone else seems to have lost the will to fight back, let alone escape. Loved! Torin’s as kick-ass as ever.

Next, I read I am AI by Ai Jiang. This novelette was shortlisted for the Astounding, BSFA, Hugo, and Nebula Awards. In the city of Emit, Ai is a cyborg content writer competing with actual AI content writers. She supports her community with her upgrades between shifts and barters her organic body parts for upgrades. In an effort to work harder and faster and make even more of the money she needs to keep herself and her small group of friends alive, Ai sells her heart. A fabulous cyber-fable.

I finished my reread of The Lion, The Witch, and the Wardrobe by C.S. Lewis. Amazing how this gentle fantasy story stands up. Modern children might want more action or suspense or whatever, but I still love this childhood favourite.

I’m going to give the reread a bit of a break and dive into research for Alice in Thunderland. I’ll probably alternate between reread and research, just to keep my brain from going too far down the rabbit hole.

Then, I finished reading Lev Grossman’s The Magicians. Very different from the series. And I know Quentin’s journey is all about dealing (or not) with his trauma, but I did not like him as much as a character. A good read with lots of insights about the adaptation from book to series and the possible reasons for the choices made.

Next, I listened to Blackthorn’s Botanical Magic: The Green Witch’s Guide to Essential Oils for Spellcraft, Ritual & Healing by Amy Blackthorn. Again, as per many of the paganish books I listen to (because they’re part of Audible’s free catalogue), most of the book was a listing of the essential oils and their correspondences with select recipes. I’ve recently purchased a bunch of essential and perfume oils and an eager to get at some synergy experimentation, but it will have to wait until I have the time to devote to it.

Then, I read a short story by Premee Mohamed, “At Every Door a Ghost.” In a world where a scientific AI makes a deadly mistake in the name of experimentation, and all science becomes closely monitored and restricted as a result, two scientists try to buck their new big brother and fail. Or maybe it’s a qualified success?

Next, I finished Piers Anthony’s On a Pale Horse, the first of his Incarnations of Immortality series. Yes, this is another series I’ve read out of order, but it really doesn’t matter. The books all stand alone and intertwine in different ways. The unique bit with this unabridged audiobook was the author’s afterword in which Anthony talks about the genesis for the book (and series). He bemoans being typecast in his genre and wants to write literary fiction. Unable to break the mold, he incorporates more serious topics into OaPH, namely his mother’s death and his own brush with mortality.

Zane is a hapless aura photographer, who, out of money, about to be evicted, and desperate, resorts to using the last of his money to buy a magical gem that should guarantee fortune. Unfortunately, the gem can only locate lose change and, after foiling an assault and coming into possession of a gun, he contemplates suicide. Until Death enters his room, and he instinctively shoots the incarnation, thereby becoming the new Death. The story includes some pieces of puzzles from other books in the series, like how Luna, Orb’s sister, came to be Death’s beloved. Again, I found Zane and Luna a bit on the oblivious side, and the blatant sexism (yes, Anthony was a product of his time) irked. But it was a decent book and, if nothing else, shows me what I want to avoid in my own fiction.

I read Starter Villain by John Scalzi. Charlie was a journalist until he was fired and now struggles to make ends meet by substitute teaching. His dream is to buy a local pub, but he barely makes enough to keep himself and his two cats, Hera and Persephone, fed. Add to that the fact that he’s living in the house his father left to him, which his step-siblings are continually pressuring him to move out of so they can sell it and split the proceeds, and Charlie’s pretty desperate. Then the uncle he hasn’t seen since he was a kid dies, and Charlie is propelled into a high-stakes world of secret cabals and enhanced animal operatives (Hera and Persephone are two of those), in which he is nothing more than a start villain. Super fun read.

Then, I read Cats and Dogs in Space, a speculative poetry collection by Lisa Timpf. I loved this collection, but I must confess to having a serious soft spot for furry family members. The collection is divided into four sections: From the Headlines, in which the poems explore real life examples of speculative themes; Legendary, in which the mythological dogs and cats take the stage; The Great Hereafter, a heartbreaking exploration of loss and grief; and Cats and Dogs of the Future, which chronicles the adventures of robot dogs in colonial space and more. “Musings of a Shelter Dog” brought me right back to the thoughts and feelings inspired when I read Andre Alexis’ Fifteen Dogs, and “Laika” and every poem in The Great Hereafter made me weepy, to be honest. Highly recommend to lovers of poetry, cats, dogs, space, or any combination thereof.

And that was the month in this writer’s life.

Until next month, be well and stay safe; be kind and stay strong. The world needs your stories!

The next chapter: A month in the writerly life. https://melaniemarttila.ca

New poetry — “pocket dimension”

/ Melanie Marttila

Greetings, all!

I have a new poem out. It’s called “pocket dimension,” and it’s in Polar Starlight 17!

The cover of Polar Starlight 17.

Polar Starlight is free to read through a downloadable pdf at the above link.

Great speculative poems by Lisa Timpf, Melissa Yuan-Innes, Derek Newman-Stille, and many more. It’s so worth your time!

The next chapter: January 2025 update

/ Melanie Marttila

As the light returns . . .

Image of Junction Creek on a bright winter day.

And 2025 begins . . .

Trump was inaugurated and issued so many damaging executive orders, defining only two sexes (look into the wording of that one, it says “at conception,” which, as any high school biology student should know, means everyone’s female-lol), walking back civil rights and DEI, endangering trans people, immigrants, the health care system, and releasing all his Jan 6 “supporters,” among other heinous things. He’s also imposing insane tariffs against Canada, Mexico, and China, which will honestly harm Americans as much, if not more, than us, and generally letting his tech bro buddies have their way with the world. And don’t get me started on his, erm, problematic nominations.

Meanwhile in Canada, our PM finally took the hint and stepped down, prorogued parliament, and even though a new Liberal party leader will be chosen, he’s basically handed the country to the Conservatives, who will not hesitate to call an election the instant prorogation ends. And now the Ontario premiere has called an election, seeking a “strong” mandate for his ridiculous plans.

The federal Conservative leader is promising to eliminate 100,000 federal public service jobs, threaten women’s healthcare, dismantle pharmacare and the new dental benefits plan, and I don’t know what else, because he won’t say anything definitive about his platform or plans. He’s a meme machine, but not much else.

Record wildfires have done more damage than ever, climate change has progressed too far to rein in, and covid continues to mutate.

I mean, it’s never not been a bad year in my recent memory. Last year, the Israel Hamas War dominated the news (and continues to do so). The year before, it was the Russian invasion of the Ukraine, which is still ongoing (and still hateful). Before that, it was two years of pandemic. We could go back as far as written history will take us, and something horrible has always been happening. We just see it every day now because of social media and near-instantaneous international news.

Personally, I worry about my job. I worry about arts funding cuts and the loss of years of advocacy work regarding the Copyright Act and Public Lending Right. I worry about trying to bring a novel into an increasingly destabilized publishing industry. But those problems are small compared to what’s happening in the rest of the world.

Food for thought: John Scalzi’s take on how Trump’s tariffs, etc. are affecting his career.

And yet . . . I have hope. Grassroots organizations and unions are rallying. Creative communities are rallying. Charities are doing their best to help the people most in need.

Take care of yourselves and your loved ones, people. We are cursed to live in interesting times.

Life in general

It’s no longer quite as dark outside when I go for my afternoon walk with Torvi, and every day, it’s a little brighter. I seem to be emerging from my burnout with the New Year and the return of the light.

I’m continuing to support my immune system with Cold FX, Emergen-C, and twice-daily neti-pots (really, I couldn’t do it more often—someone in my support group called it soothing, but it’s sensory torture for me). I’m still a bit stuffy, but I think it’s just seasonal due to the winter temperature. I can’t really say it’s cold. The lowest daytime temperature we’ve had here is -15 Celsius. Even with the wind chill, it’s manageable. Especially when you’re used to -30 and colder.

I felt well enough, in fact, to wean myself off the supports, but within a few days, my symptoms returned, and I learned my lesson. I will continue to support my immune system throughout the winter.

And when the weather breaks into spring, I have renewals of the Ryaltris to add to the mix.

Something shifted around the 20th. I think I uncovered a resistant pocket of infection somewhere in my sinus. *TMI warning.* I had bloody mucus from the right nostril and yellow lugies from the left. In the following days, I was hacking up/choking down/blowing out much of the same. So, I started the Ryaltris, in addition to everything else. By the end of the week, things seemed to be clearing up (again).

The mom situation has been resolved. For now. Thought small, troubling things continue to occur. It’s just the way things are with aging parents.

And I’m managing work stress better. I can only do what I can with what I have, and it is enough. So am I. Is my mantra these days.

I’m writing again. I’m not caring so much about the quality of the work. The words are wording. Everything else can be fixed in post, as they say.

The month in writing

Got back to Reality Bomb. I was determined to finish it by the end of January. I didn’t quite get there, but I’m soooooo close!

I reached out to Suzy early in the month, but she didn’t respond. I hope it’s just because she’s super busy with her new podcast and ongoing events and that she just doesn’t have space in her schedule for me. Of course, my brain is telling me that she’s cut off all contact because of my over-long absence. Or that she’s facing family/personal problems of her own and can’t reach out until they’re resolved.

On the 2nd, I submitted my application to the Banff Centre for the Arts and Creativity Science Fiction program 2025. The deadline isn’t until April 16, but with the amazing faculty they have on tap, I didn’t want to wait until the last minute.

As a result, I’ve decided not to apply to Your Personal Odyssey this year. I just can’t deal (right now) with the whole application process, finding references, etc., only to be rejected twice, for the early bird and the regular deadline. They’ve added an instructor to the course, but I think there are still too many applicants for me to make the cut.

But I submitted a couple of other small grant applications around mid-month.

There were a couple of poetry contests I submitted to, as well.

My Dispatches critique group dissolved (also in the week of the 20th). There were only five of us and one member left in December. Another withdrew this month, and the three remaining members had to decide what to do moving forward. We decided to discontinue. It was a good run, but it was time to move on.

And a local literary festival has been cancelled due to lack of funding. Arts funding in Canada is decreasing and a lot of lovely smaller festivals are in danger. It’s a sad truth. Support your local festivals, if you can. They may disappear.

I just had a couple of writerly-business things to attend to in January.

I attended The Writers Union of Canada Town Hall on the 16th. Interesting issues raised, questions answered, and an opportunity to see fellow TWUC members.

The SF Canada post-AGM board meeting was held January 20th. Essentially, we shuffled into our roles (I’m Veep this year!), settled a few outstanding pieces of business from last year, and presented some ideas about what we wanted to tackle this year.

Filling the well

The first full moon of the year, the Spirit Moon in Cancer, was on the 13th. As is usual for the time of year, it was overcast. I warned you about the infrequency of moon pictures, yeah?

But I took a nice one a couple of mornings later. And there were more clear mornings as January progressed.

The first new moon, the Birch moon in Aquarius, was on the 29th. It was also Chinese New Year. Welcome the year of the SNAKE!

I opted for few webinars this month. Trying to mind my spoons rather than spend them all—even on fun learning opportunities—and end up back in the depths of burnout again.

I signed up for an Author’s Publish webinar, “How to craft an emotional journey for your readers,” with Erin Swann on the 10th. She leveraged from Donald Maass and Lisa Cron, two of my favourite writing craft experts.

On the 15th, I signed up for The FOLD Academy’s “Pitching Perfect” webinar. It was a panel of past participants and how they benefitted from the event as opposed to how to construct your package.

The FOLD academy offered a great webinar by Catherine Hernandez on the 18th. I waited for the recording to be posted on their YouTube page. It was interesting. Hernandez is now working on screenplays and constructs dialogue intuitively. Most of the webinar was focused on her process.

In the non-writerly realm, I had my doctor’s appointment, by phone, on the 8th, had to arrange for follow up bloodwork (on the 14th) and to pick up my refill of Ryaltris.

I took my mom to her first hair appointment at the hairdresser’s since her surgery in September. This is a big deal because there is a set of stairs that, even before her surgery, she had difficulty with. But she conquered them like a champ!

My support group met on the 22nd. The topic this time was late diagnosis. There was a lot of food for thought this month. Would I have wanted to be diagnosed when I was a child? Probably not. It was in the 70s and would probably not have done me any good. If I had been born in the 90s or later, diagnosis could have changed my life and potentially led to a better outcome for my dad’s mental health journey.

I wanted to mention a professional kudo. On the 20th (it was a pivotal week in the month!), I was notified that I received a King Charles III Medal at work. These medals were awarded not only because of service excellence within the public service, but also for our activities in our chosen communities. For me, it was my creative career and involvement in the ND community.

I’ll share a picture of the medal when I receive it. It may be a while.

And I’m realizing that I should probably add these professional awards to my CV 🙂

What I’m watching and reading

First something from last month. There were only six episodes before the holidays, and I wasn’t sure if the series was finished. Turns out it was. I watched the series version of The Mistletoe Murders (Amazon/Stack TV), based on the Audible series of the same name and written by the same author, Ken Cupris. The first mystery was the same as the audio series, but the rest were newly scripted for the show. There are necessary differences, but it was an enjoyable, undemanding watch.

I gave up on Netflix’s One Hundred Years of Solitude, and on AMC’s Mayfair Witches and Sanctuary. Life is too short.

I’d enjoyed Marquez’s novel, but it did not translate well to a series. I think it may have been a problem of adaptation.

I mentioned my disappointment in the first season of Mayfair last year, but thought I’d give season 2 an opportunity to redeem itself. Alas, no. At the end of the first season, Rowan found herself suddenly pregnant with . . . Lasher. After a rapid and secret pregnancy and childhood, Lasher, who gave all his power to Rowan so he could be born and experience life as a human, starts stalking and killing the women of the Mayfair clan. Just no.

Sanctuary showed promise in the first episode or so as a supernatural murder mystery set in the isolated town of Sanctuary, where witches are celebrated rather than reviled. But then, the main witch character, Sarah, whose daughter Harper has been accused of murdering her ex-boyfriend, who was a popular sports star, is targeted by her supposed best friend, the mother of Sporto, because she won’t resurrect the kid? Who’s been days dead and buried? And just as her BFF regains her senses and reconciles, Sarah’s daughter reveals that Sporto drugged, raped her, and recorded the whole thing to share on the internet. Which sends BFF over the edge and into a vengeful rage. I would have thought Harper or Sarah more justified for the rage, but no. OMG. So. Much. DRAMA. Hard no to continuing.

Onto the stuff I did watch in January.

Phil and I watched the third and final season of What if … ? (Disney +). Good, but I found the second and third seasons not quite as good as the first season. Still, seeds were sown, questions answered (and more posed), and we enjoyed.

Then, I finished the second season of The Rings of Power (Amazon). Better than the first, but I still found myself wanting the story to just get on with it. The pacing was off, and I can’t really put my finger on how. Several characters were ensorcelled, imprisoned, or otherwise lacking in agency, which may have something to do with it. But the story has proceeded. And I’ll probably watch the next season when it comes out.

Next, I watched the whole of the first (and only) season of The Spiderwick Chronicles. CTV Scifi showed it two episodes a night over four nights. Friendly Space Ninja rated the series one of the worst of 2024, and at first, I wasn’t sure why, but after a few episodes, I figured it out. The characters are so inconsistent and illogical. I’m sure that this has to do with the choices made when adapting the book, but to present what I think are supposed to be complex characters, you need to ground their emotions. That was largely absent and so every time a character did a 180, it felt totally unearned and totally out of character. And then, they had to explain everything (at one point we have to endure a puppet show dramatization that’s really an infodump), but that irritated me because if they set things up properly to begin with, there’d be no need to explain. Now, I haven’t read the books, so I have nothing to compare the series to. I liked Christian Slater’s ogre/Dr. Brauer, but other than that, no one really captured my attention. And even then, Slater was just “chewing the scenery,” as they say. And he had no chemistry with the actor playing Helen.

Finally, I finished the second season of Pachinko (Apple TV +). It continues to be a generational epic moving between two timelines. In the past, Sunja and her family survive WWII, and she works hard to ensure Noa gets into university. In the present, a widowed Sunja finds new love, while her grandson, Solomon plots revenge against a business rival that puts his relationship in jeopardy. Looking forward to finding out what happens next.

My first read of 2025 was actually a listen: Goblin War, the third in Jim C. Hines Goblin Trilogy. Vika has gone off to magic school and has been replaced by Relka, who, after being saved by Jig at the end of the last novel, will stop at nothing to shout (literally) his virtues and those of Shadowstar at every opportunity.

This time, the goblin mountain has been invaded by humans, the sister of the ill-fated adventurer from the first book, in fact, and Jig’s been recruited by an orc chieftain to fight in her army against the humans. But the war is merely the ruse of a scorned goddess, estranged spouse of Shadowstar, Jig’s forgotten patron god, to call forth the god of death (by sacrificing all the orcs, hobgoblins, and goblins in her army) and defeat him, thus ending her forgotten status. More foolish humans, more stumbling Jig antics, and more Smudge! It was fun.

I followed that up with Goblin Tales, a short anthology of tales around the Goblin Trilogy by Jim C. Hines. There are a few stories that precede the trilogy, including how Smudge became Jig’s companion, one featuring Vika at magic school, and one following the events of the trilogy. Another fun, light listen.

Then, I finished reading the Aurora Award-nominated The Fountain by Suzy Vadori. I figured it was about time I read it 🙂 Ava’s the new kid at an exclusive boarding school. Her family isn’t particularly well off, but both her parents are alumni, and Ava earned a scholarship. Courtney makes Ava’s life hell in the first days, telling Ava the wrong time for swim practice so she shows up late, changing the lock on her locker, so Ava has to dash across campus in her swimsuit, and planting performance-enhancing drugs in Ava’s locker so that they fall out when the school’s maintenance worker opens it for her. She’s only been at the school for two days and already she’s under threat of expulsion. It’s no wonder that when she finds a fountain in the woods near the school, Ava tosses in a coin and makes a wish that the school never heard of Courtney or her family. The problem is that the fountain is magic, and Ava’s wish comes true. A bittersweet YA novel about the choices we make, and the wishes we can’t undo.

Next, I finished Kelley Armstrong’s Cursed Luck. Kennedy is the middle of three sisters who are all curse weavers. Aiden Connolly is a luck worker—do not call him a leprechaun—who wants to hire Kennedy to unweave the curse on the necklace of Harmonia, one of the most famous cursed objects in history. When Kennedy’s sisters are kidnapped, she and Aiden must depend on each other and navigate the dangerous world of immortals—do not call them gods. Fun and sweet. Aiden is autistic-coded (IMO).

Then, I read another Jim C. Hines book, Tamora Carter: Goblin Queen. Tamora is 12 and known as T-Rex on her roller derby team. One night, after practice, she finds goblins going through the dumpster behind the arena. She captures one and he tells her that they came through a magical portal to escape war in their world. As she learns more, Tamora and her non-verbal autistic brother Mac (LOVED!), embark on a series of adventures to rescue three of their friends who disappeared two weeks ago, around the time the goblin says he and his people arrived. Quite a complex story for a middle grade novel. Fabulous.

My first non-fiction read of 2025 was The Green Witch’s Herb and Plant Encyclopedia by Rowan Morgana. Most of it was a listing of 150 herbs, plants, flowers, shrubs, and trees with all their magical correspondences, growing, and foraging instructions. It rekindled a long-held dream of mine to have a house and yard with good soil large enough for me to have a full garden and sacred grove.

Next, I read another of Piers Anthony’s Incarnations of Immortality series, Being a Green Mother. Orb is born with the ability to hear the songs of the world and see fairies and other supernatural creatures. She has a vision that she will marry Satan, or see the world devastated. Soon, she becomes obsessed with finding the Llano, the ultimate song (of life, the universe, and everything?), which promises a cure for her vision/curse. She journeys with the gypsies (sorry, its what Anthony calls them) and eventually joins a circus and meets Mym, who will become the incarnation of war. Her quest lands her with the band The Living Sludge, with whom she performs, and they live in Jonah, a legendary fish, cursed never to swim in the water again. And then there’s Natasha (Ahsatan—cue eye roll), who sings almost as beautifully as Orb herself. When Orb becomes the incarnation of Nature, Natasha reveals his true identity and proposes. Orb’s childhood vision is about to come true.

I didn’t mind the story, but Orb was a dithery woman, despite her power and abilities. She doesn’t pick up on several significant cues and ends up impulsively igniting a chain reaction that dooms the world. There is a happy-ish ending, but the novel was just okay.

Then, I listened to the short Audible and The Great Courses collaboration, Find Work-Life Balance by Christine Carter. I’m already doing most of what she suggests, but it was a good reminder and a validation that I’m doing what I can to remain productive and mitigate burnout.

Next, I finished Kim Fahner’s The Donoghue Girl. Chef’s kiss! An amazing historical novel focusing on the mining town of Creighton. Lizzie Donoghue seems to have been born out of her time. She wants more than what her Irish-Catholic upbringing offers and is, by turns, headstrong and deeply empathetic. She’s also attracted to Michael Power, her sister Ann’s boyfriend. Family tragedy, mining corruption, and Finland’s Winter War figure prominently in Lizzie’s story in which her whirlwind romance causes as much destruction as it brings joy. The bittersweet ending will leave you wanting to know what happens next. Couldn’t recommend it more. And yes, Kim’s a friend, but that doesn’t change my recommendation.

Finally, I read T. Kingfisher’s Paladin’s Grace. Stephen is a paladin whose god died, and that’s a problem because the Saint of Steel was the only thing keeping Stephen’s berserker rage in check. Grace is a fugitive perfumer who’s been accused of murdering a visiting royal. Both resist their attraction to one another because they feel unworthy (for different reasons) but eventually, they realize that love is the answer to their problems. This cozy romantasy was just so adorable. Loved!

And that was the month in this writer’s life.

Until next month, be well and stay safe; be kind and stay strong. The world needs your stories!

The next chapter: A month in the writerly life. https://melaniemarttila.ca

The next chapter: December 2024 update

/ Melanie Marttila

Settling into recovery mode … (cue olde-timey modem squealing)

Picture of the quarter moon above a tree.

Life in general

The illen settled in, but I hadn’t yet gotten headaches, facial pain, or any of that ilk, so I continued on with the neti-pot, Emergen-C, and Advil Cold & Sinus. If things got worse, I figured I’d go to the clinic as I’d done in the past and see what came of it.

If I made it through to my January doctor’s appointment (not my preference—I really didn’t want to be sick over the holidays) I’d see what he’d say about it.

In the meantime, I’m trying to take care as best I know how. Staying hydrated, eating well, getting as much sleep as I can, though I rarely get the sleep I need during the work week. And that’s the blessing and curse of working from home. I can still work while I’m sick without exposing anyone else to what I’ve caught, but sinus infections aren’t contagious, per se.

There was work to be done, though, and so work I did.

I sought the advice of a pharmacist who recommended Cold FX. So, I tried that out. I thought the illen was too far advanced for it to help but combined with meds to reduce symptoms and the irrigation of the neti-pot, it seemed to help with sleeping through the night. I also added hot toddies in the evening (tea with honey and rum). I’m pulling out all the old home remedies and supports I can.

And…toward the end of the month, after some narsty nights plagued with coughing—more the result of stubborn snot clinging to my airways and turning my throat into some bizarre mucus air harp (wheeze, whistle, gurgle) than anything else—I finally managed to sleep through the night.

Things seemed to be turning the corner in a positive direction.

I’ve discovered that if I have anything other than work scheduled on a weekday evening, be it a critique group meeting, support group meeting, haircut, taking Torvi to get her nails ground—anything, I’m out of spoons for the day.

I’m trying to respect my energy levels, day to day, and I’m learning that my executive function and support needs also vary daily. What I was once able to do easily, I may now struggle with. It’s a difficult lesson to learn.

Thank…whatever, I have some time off over the holidays.

The month in writing

Getting back into writing mode is an iffy proposition. I worked on some edits for a short story early in the month and that seemed to go well.

I wrote a poem. Not sure of its quality, but it felt good in the writing.

But when it came to Reality Bomb, the going was tough. I got back to it on the 9th but managed maybe half a page. Still, I touched it!

The next day, I had an appointment after work and my Dispatches meeting, so I wasn’t able to get to RB.

I did a little more work on it the next evening, but the following two days were challenging at work, and I had no energy to speak of in the evenings. I also had a sneezing fit (one every 10 to 15 seconds for about a half hour) the first night and that took all the fight out of me. The second night it was coughing fits over the course of an hour, which aggravated my GERD. I’m sure both helped to usher out infection (it’s what they do, after all) but both were exhausting and not conducive to trying to write (or do anything else).

But I finally finished rewriting the troublesome chapter I started working on last month and moved on with my re-read. I finished that in a couple of evenings, with minor touch-ups.

When I got back to the drafting of the final two chapters, though, I stalled again, but just for a couple of days while I was focusing on recovery, finishing up the Christmassing, and doing some associated running around.

The going was slow, but I got back to it.

Along with preparing my application to the Banff Centre for Arts & Creativity SFF Program, and some grant applications.

Something I neglected to mention last month was that an old friend of Siobhan Riddell reached out to me and offered to send me one of the sketches she’d done for him. I couldn’t justify accepting one of his remembrances, but I did accept a couple of pictures. They’re lovely.

This has happened periodically over the years, and it gives me all the feels to know that Siobhan’s wondrous work has touched other people as deeply (or deeper, frankly) as it’s touched me.

Then, I received some news about Through the Portal. Apparently, their website was down, but it’s back up and running again.

And they are planning two in-person events for the anthology, both in Toronto. One was on December 28th and the other in February 2025. I can’t participate in either, so I’ve been kept out of the loop on the publicity.

I received an opportunity mid-month to submit my work to the poetry in Canada poetry bookshelf. I’ll let you know when The Art of Floating makes its appearance.

There was an SF Canada board meeting on the 3rd to prepare for the upcoming AGM. It was an efficient meeting, and all the necessary decisions and arrangements were made.

The AGM itself was scheduled for the 28th. There were a few technical issues and delays, but everything worked out in the end.

The year in review

This has been a momentous year for me in terms of writing. My debut poetry collection! All the promo and signings and reviews and events around that! More poetry publications! A cli-fi short story publication! Another acceptance of a poem and a short story for future publication!

Given that I’ve been in burnout since September, that’s not bad!

In terms of words written or revised in the year, I:

  • wrote only 1,553 words of short fiction and revised 187 (that I tracked),
  • wrote 3,232 words of creative non-fiction,
  • wrote 28 new poems, and
  • wrote 39,059 words in this blog/newsletter.

I stopped tracking my revision efforts on Reality Bomb partway through the year. It was getting complicated. But if things progress as they have been, I should finish with a 120k-word draft. I’d wanted to bring it down more than that, but I still have a listening pass to go, and hope to find a few more places to trim then.

In writing-related events, my ongoing, though stalled, work with Suzy Vadori, and the Stillwater Writing Retreat are highlights.

In retrospect, though I took my six-week, self-funded leave as a means to recover from the flurry of activity around the launch of The Art of Floating, I now recognize that I was probably anticipating burnout even then. I could not have anticipated the accidents and illnesses of either my mom or my mom-in-law, but I could probably feel the impending exhaustion.

I’m grateful I took the leave and that my employer offers the work arrangement, but it means that I won’t be able to take another until the latter part of 2025.

At work, I was able to accept an acting position as an instructional designer on a new team, and though the transition has been a bit fraught, things are finally coming together on the one major project.

In terms of reading, I set myself the goal of reading 50 books this year. In fact, I’ve read or listened to 93 books, 186% of my goal. Admittedly, reading several poetry collections, a fair amount of short non-fiction, and listening to audiobooks helped to increase the number of books I read this year, I still outpaced my goal by quite a bit. And I’ve read a bunch of books that I wouldn’t normally.

Filling the well

The new Reed moon in Sagittarius was on December 1st.

The full moon in Gemini was on the 15th.

Winter solstice fell on the 21st. Did my altar thing.

And the new Elder moon in Capricorn was on the 30th. I know the second full moon in a month is referred to as a “blue” moon, but I had no idea that the second new moon in a month is called a “black” moon. It’s not official astronomy terminology, but that’s what’s out there on the interwebz.

I had no writerly events this month, to my great relief. I needed the relax and to focus on getting my words back.

I did meet for a final time this year with my Dispatches critique group on the 10th. It was a relaxed evening.

I had a massage on the 4th. Bliss.

My support group met on the 18th. This month’s topic was shame. And hoo-boy is this a big issue for me.

And I finished the month with some well-earned and desperately needed annual leave. I was off from the 21st through to January 1st, 12 days off for the price of 5.

My bestie and her partner came up for a visit on the 28th. Phil made cookies and apple cake. They went home with the remainders.

What I’m watching and reading

I watched the fourth and final season of Superman & Lois (CTV SciFi). Yeah, they did the death of Superman. Last season, Lex Luthor turned Bizarro into Doomsday by injecting him with a serum that resurrects him and then killing him repeatedly (I know, I know). Doomsday kills Superman in front of his family, ripping out his heart. Jordan gets him to the Fortress and into suspended animation, but he can’t heal without a heart. So, General Lane sacrifices himself after injecting himself with the serum that resurrected Bizarro so that Lois and the boys can use it to heal Clark. But having a human heart is enough to make Clark age and slowly de-power.

Yadda, yadda, yadda. Final showdown with Doomsday (again) and Lex in John Henry’s suped-up suit. Superman saves the day. In the aftermath, Lex goes to jail for good, several couples are united, Jon (who developed powers) and Jordan get married and have a passel of kids. Lois’s cancer returns, she dies, and then Clark’s human heart gives out. Clark and Lois are reunited in the afterlife.

Having said that (and rather snarkily), S&L was one of the best series to emerge from the “Arrowverse” (even though it was supposed to be in a separate timeline). All the other series got old after a few seasons of retreading the same ground, although most were entertaining, initially.

Charlie Jane Anders has an interesting take on why the Arrowverse, as a whole, was the best set of superhero series on TV. I don’t know if I agree with her, but she says that superhero stories, having come from the comics, are inherently episodic and focused not on superheroic antics, but on the emotional entanglements and journeys of the characters. They’re soap operas. I see her point, but I was never fond of soap operas. Maybe that’s why the various Arrowverse series got old for me, real fast, and why S&L, at only four seasons, comes out ahead of the pack.

Then, I watched the first season of Time Bandits (Apple TV +). I watched the original Terry Gilliam movie so long ago that I don’t really remember it, but I enjoyed this new adaptation. History nerd Kevin is bullied, and his family doesn’t understand him. When the self-proclaimed Time Bandits enter his room through a portal in his closet, pursued by the Supreme Being (who wants his map back, thankyouverymuch), Kevin is swept away into time travelling adventure, while the bandits try to steal treasures from everywhen they visit. Fun.

Next, I finished Black Cake (Disney +) based on Charmaine Wilkerson’s novel of the same name. Byron and Benedetta (B&B) are estranged but come together when their mother dies of cancer. In a series of pre-recorded statements, the siblings learn that their mother, who they knew as Eleanor, was actually Coventina. As they slowly learn the truth, they begin to work through their own secrets and trauma. I enjoyed it (especially Nine Night and duppies), and I have the ebook, which I’ll now have to read 🙂

The series ended on a cliffhanger as B&B’s recently revealed half-sister begins to listen to her separately-recorded message from Eleanor/Coventina, but Hulu cancelled it, so the book may be the only place I can find out what happens next (!)

I also finished watching the latest season of Only Murders in the Building (Disney +). The gang is excited because an OMitB movie is being made, but it’s not long before they figure out that Sazz, whose murder was revealed in the last moments of last season, is missing. When they find one of her prosthetics in the apartment’s incinerator, they have their next season of the podcast. Charles’ serial killer ex escapes prison, Oliver and Loretta navigate their long-distance relationship, and poor Mabel ends up squatting in a dead guy’s apartment. And, of course, another murder was revealed in the last minutes of the season. Fun, as always.

Then, I watched The Lost City when it was shown on the CTV Scifi channel. It’s been on my list of fun movies to watch for a while, but I haven’t been able to find it on any of the streaming services. I guess it will be on Crave now, but I was happy to have a relaxing evening of enjoyable and undemanding viewing. Sandra Bullock stars as Loretta Sage, a former archeological researcher and reclusive romance author on a book tour with her cover model Alan played by Channing Tatum. When she’s abducted, Alan ropes in former Navy SEAL and CIA operative Jack Trainer (Brad Pitt) to help him rescue Loretta.

Phil and I watched the Doctor Who Christmas special, Joy to the World (Disney +). It was a lovely, sentimental story, and I loved the idea of the time hotel, but the story could have used more Joy in it 🙂 The character was a bit sidelined in the story, but I guess you only have so much runtime to fill, and you have to make cuts somewhere. Watch it and see what you think.

Finally, Phil and I finished watching the third season of Bleach: The 1,000-Year Blood War (Disney +). Yhwach tricks Ichigo into killing the Soul King, though one of the soul reapers sacrifices himself to become the Soul King’s right hand. Various factions of the soul reapers fight various members of the Stern Ritter. At the end, Uryu’s plan to infiltrate the Stern Ritters and stop Yhwach is revealed. He stays to fight Haschwalth, who is endowed with Yhwach’s Almighty while Yhwach sleeps, and sends Ichigo to kill the sleeping Yhwach. One more season to complete the story arc!

My first listen of the month was the Audible Original Goblin Hero, the second in Jim C. Hines’ Goblin Trilogy. The reputation of “Jig the Dragonslayer” draws a desperate ogre to the goblin caves. Pixies have taken over the ogres, literally, and they need Jig’s help. The goblin leader is all for it, wanting to rid herself of Jig and all the goblins who want him to be leader instead of her. And Jig’s not too sad to go, either. Vika, obsessed with the hero’s journey, has been bothering Jig to teach her magic, but he doesn’t know how.

Things get interesting when Vika decides to embark on her own hero’s journey and follows Jig into the heart of rainbow-coloured, mind-controlling, pixie madness. Fun!

Then, I read Legacy, the second in Lois McMaster Bujold’s The Sharing Knife series. Dag and Fawn return to his home, uneasy with their anticipated reception. Dag warned her that it would be more difficult than sorting things out with her family, but Fawn doesn’t realize how hostile the Lakewalkers are until Dag’s brother Dar refuses to recognize their marriage and insists that Dag turn around and deliver Fawn back into the uncaring arms of her family. Things get complicated when Dag has to lead a rescue mission to a northern town overrun by a Malice and it’s mudmen and mind slaves, leaving Fawn to face the hostility of the Lakewalkers alone. Very good.

Next, I read The Heart Forger, the second book in Rin Chupeco’s The Bone Witch series. It’s the continuing story of Tea, The Bone Witch. Each chapter continues Tea’s past adventures as she relates them to the bard she initially compelled to tell her tale and jumps into the present as the bard witnesses what she does as a result of all she learned. A complex plot and intertwined characters. I loved it.

Then, I finished my reread of C.S. Lewis’ The Magician’s Nephew. There was a time when I used to read the entire Chronicles of Narnia about once a year, sitting at my desk in the evenings, but it’s been decades since I thought to pick up some of my childhood favourites. As good as I remembered it.

I also read The Shadow Glass by Rin Chupeco, the third book in The Bone Witch series. There seemed to be some issues with bringing the story full circle with the dual timelines and some critical events/information were glossed over toward the end, relying on revelations from the beginning of book one and narrative summaries from earlier in the book to fill in the gaps. It was a bit disorienting, but the author ultimately stuck the landing with a bittersweet ending that was worth it.

I read Kelley Armstrong’s Tales of the Otherworld. This collection so shorter tales focuses more on the Cabal than on the werewolves, but vampires make a couple of appearances, and we get the backstory of how Elena and Clay met and fell in love.

Next, I finished That Hideous Strength, the third in C.S. Lewis’ Space Trilogy. Having read the full trilogy now, I’d say they’re more in the way of science fantasy than science fiction.

Unlike the first two books, which focus of the adventures of Ransom as he travels first to Mars and then to Venus to fight the evil spirits of the universe, this novel begins with the tale of Mark and Jane Studdock, as Mark, a sociologist and academic, is seduced into the ranks of the NICE. Jane, lonely and rudderless as she tries to orient herself to married life when her husband is so often absent, begins to have visions, which draw her into the community of St. Anne’s.

NICE aims, through eugenics and fascism, to control humanity. Weston, Ransom’s antagonist in the last two novels, is mentioned as a martyr to their cause and other of Weston’s co-conspirators from the first novel have been given new names as they seek to corrupt the social and intellectual foundations of Britain. At St. Anne’s, Jane meets the director, who is, in fact, Ransom, and who has an odd affinity for animals. In a final battle for free will and humanity, Ransom’s people find Merlinus Ambrosius, whom NICE operatives are also seeking. Merlin is sent into the NICE stronghold to disrupt their plans, free their prisoners and animals, on whom they experiment, and lead the internal revolt.

Perelandra, or Venus, comes to take Ransom to his heavenly reward, Mark is freed from the machinations of NICE, and Jane welcomes her wayward husband home. The characters are mostly passive, with the exception of Merlin, but even he is counselled not to murder anyone, but to let them be hoist by their own petards. Not for everyone, but enjoyable.

And that was the month in this writer’s life.

Until next month, be well and stay safe; be kind and stay strong. The world needs your stories!

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The next chapter: November 2024 update

/ Melanie Marttila

This bear wants to hibernate.

Snow-covered trees.

Welcome to winter

Life in general

The end of Daylight Saving Time on November 3rd dysregulated me, as it usually does. Regardless of whether we’re gaining or losing an hour, I’m disrupted for a couple of weeks following. Sleep, cognitive processing, everything.

And now we’re entering the dark months of the year and all I want to do is sleep. Northeastern Ontario skies are generally cloudy through the late fall and winter months, so even during the day, the light is dim, and the mood is dreary.

I’m still very much in burnout.

Family issues continue to arise. If it’s not my mom, it’s Phil’s. We’re definitely moving into the caregiver zone.

And I’m moving this topic into the privacy zone. Sorry, not sorry.

I know I said it last month, but things at work really are starting to sort themselves out. I’ve had to step up and mask/extrovert, which is exhausting, but it’s part of the job. It also means I have fewer spoons remaining at the end of the day.

And I suspect the sinus infection is creeping back. Called my doctor to make an appointment—a phone appointment—and got one…next year (!) Such is the state of health care in northeastern Ontario.

So, I’m on my own and hoping to get some advice from a friendly pharmacist to keep this thing to a seasonal sinus flareup and not the 2-to-3-month ordeal it’s been the last three times I had it. The last time, it took three rounds of antibiotics, two nasal sprays, and antihistamines to kick it to the curb.

I thought that using the refills of the nasal spray and antihistamines as a preventative measure was working, but this thing started before I finished the prescription.

I’ve started to use the neti pot again. If nothing else, it helps get the snot out.

Two spruce trees against a blue sky with fluffy, white clouds.

The month in writing

November kicked off with the Wordstock Sudbury Literary Festival from the 1st to the 3rd. You may have seen my wrap up post last month.

Although it was a fabulous event, I was back to not being able to write creatively, poetry or prose, in the wake of it.

But I did apply for a professional development grant to attend next year’s Banff School of Creativity and the Arts Science Fiction Program with Premee Mohamed, Ai Jiang, and Amal El-Mohtar. Oh, my, but do I ever want to go.

And of course, after I submitted, I realized all the errors I’d made.

The edits from the piece of short fiction accepted last month came in and that started to stimulate the old creative instincts. They’re due on December 13th. If nothing else, the deadline will get me going again.

I resumed the re-read of Reality Bomb but had to stop at a particularly narsty chapter and rewrite.

But I was starting to write again. Cue the Snoopy happy dance. Or the flailing Kermit arms. Whichever visualization brings you the most joy.

Until…I wasn’t. Damn these ups and downs. I start getting into the groove and then, the next time I sit down, the words won’t word.

More poetry rejections trickled in and one acceptance for Polar Starlight in 2025. Got that on the 9th.

Also on the 9th, I received an invitation to a Small Press Books event on the 30th of November. It will already have taken place by the time this is posted, but you’ll prolly have seen my posts on SoMe (social media) about it 🙂

And now it can be told! The story I’ve been vague-booking about since August (well, really, since last spring)? It’s called “The Beekeeper,” and it’s in the Exile Editions anthology Through the Portal: Tales from a Hopeful Dystopia. It’s going to be published December 31st! The whole lineup is stellar, and I have several writerly friends to share the table of contents with. I got the news on November 15th.

Pre-order link here. It’s on sale, too!

Filling the well

The new Ivy moon in Scorpio was on the 1st.

Moon pictures will be few for the next four or five months. I’ll be working when it’s light enough to take a picture of the moon during the day and after work, when I walk Torvi, it’s already dark and my camera phone cannot take decent pictures of the moon at night.

The full Beaver or Freezing moon in Taurus was on the 15th. I saw her while taking Torvi out for finals and she was glorious, wreathed in cloud and halo. You’ll just have to take my word for it.

Aside from Wordstock, I had minimal writerly events this month. I needed a break.

On the 30thof last month, I’d registered for “Irresistible First Chapters” with Tiffany Yates Martin. I wasn’t able to watch the replay until November, because life is busy, and I’m still burnt out. Finally got to it on the 10th. TYM always brings the good writerly learnings.

Also on the 10th, I attended the virtual launch of C.L. Carey’s Spaced! on YouTube. It was a fun event and now I have another book for my TBR pile.

I registered for Saeed Teebi’s “Writing the Short Story” webinar on the 16th through the FOLD Academy. I was focusing on recovery that weekend, though, and had to wait until the webinar was posted to the FOLD Academy YouTube channel. I finally watched it on the 26th. Teebi’s process is intuitive and interesting.

Finnish classes continued throughout the month, with the last one on the 25th. Feeling competent.

My support group met on the 27th. The topic was stress management. Much needed, though I don’t know how much of the excellent advice shared during the meeting I’ll be able to implement.

What I’m watching and reading

The first series I finished in November was The Artful Dodger (Disney +). Jack Dawkins escaped from prison, was seconded as a surgeon in the navy, and is now a brilliant (though illiterate—dyslexic?) doctor in Australia. He has gambling debts he can’t pay and the man he owes wants to cut off his hand (!) Fagan finds his way to Dawkins and draws him back into criminal life as a means of paying his debts and saving his medical career.

Enter Lady Belle Fox, the governor’s daughter, who brings a brilliant medical mind of her own, and several innovations, to the hospital where Jack works. She wants Jack to train her to be a surgeon, but she has an ulterior motive which would be a big spoiler to share. And Oliver Twist shows up as a literal plot twist later in the series.

An interesting continuation of a beloved secondary character’s story. It seems like it was only intended to be a limited series, but fans have been asking for more.

Then, I finished all three seasons of Sweet Tooth (Netflix). This is about the get SPOILERY. The first season was about survival. Gus, a hybrid (children who are born with animal attributes, in Gus’s case, antlers), lives with his Pubba in hiding. Hybrid children are being hunted by the Last Men because when the hybrids began to be born, the Sick also appeared, a disease with no cure, killing humans on a massive scale. When Pubba disappears, Gus is left on his own until one of the Last Men comes hunting…then changes his mind. Something about Gus stays his hand. Gus wants to find his mother, Birdie, and won’t leave Big Man alone until he agrees to help. Big Man reluctantly begins to care for Gus. Along the way they meet Becky, AKA Bear, leader of the Animal Army, who defend and protect hybrids. Becky wants to find her sister, a hybrid who was taken from her family when Becky was too young to have done anything to prevent it.

In the second season, the General, leader of the First Men, becomes the main antagonist. He’s rounding up hybrids and has captured a doctor (Singh) who extracts a substance from the hybrids that can prevent the Sick, which his wife has, form progressing. The General wants Singh to make a cure, but Singh eventually realizes that he can’t and is stuck buying time for him and his wife. Gus is captured and with the other hybrids, tries to escape. Meanwhile, Big Man teams up with a zoologist, who has also lost her hybrid kids to the General, and Becky calls in the Animal Army. The General is defeated, and Gus and his compatriots find some important information that might lead them to Birdie.

In the final season, Gus, Big Man, Becky, and her sister, Wendy set off for Alaska, where Birdie is supposed to have gone. Singh, whose wife has left him because he refuses to give up his search for a cure, follows and eventually catches up to them. Gus begins to have visions of a cave. One of the General’s allies, Mrs. Zhang, is determined to wipe out hybrids and save humans, and sets off in pursuit. Becky and Wendy are separated from Gus and Big Man, Singh defects to Zhang’s side, Birdie and then the cave are found, but when Gus finally reaches his destination, Zhang kills Birdie, stabs Big Man, and Singh is about to sacrifice Gus to cure the Sick. There is a final confrontation, but I won’t give everything away 🙂 [Here endeth the spoilery]

Next, I finished all three seasons of Truth Be Told (Apple TV +). In season 1, Oakland journalist Poppy Parnell (Octavia Spenser) restarts the true crime podcast Reconsidered that made her famous and reopens the 1999 murder case of Stanford professor Chuck Buhrman after new evidence suggests Warren Cave, the man she helped put behind bars, was wrongly convicted. Blame shifts through multiple secondary characters, two of whom are the twin daughters of Buhrman, who’ve dealt very differently with their trauma.

In season 2, Poppy investigates the murder of a controversial filmmaker at the request of his wife Micah (Kate Hudson), an equally controversial wellness guru whose friendship with Poppy compromises her judgment. Poppy’s marriage dissolves, and she begins to sort out some of her past trauma in the process of solving the crime.

In season 3, Poppy works with a high school principal (Gabrielle Union) to investigate the disappearances of several young black girls in Oakland whose cases lack mainstream media attention. Poppy’s long-time podcasting partner leaves when Poppy makes a deal with a media sponsor. It’s all tangled up in human trafficking and Poppy changes her last name from Parnell to Scoville when she works through some of her issues with her family.

It was good, twisty storytelling and using a journalist/podcaster as the protagonist made for an interesting perspective and departure from the usual police procedural.

Then, Phil and I watched Deadpool & Wolverine when it started streaming on Disney +. Hilarious and meta and fourth-wall-breaky, it was exactly what we needed after a stressful week.

I finished watching the first season of Supacell (Netflix) and in a rare turn of events, it’s been renewed! It’s the first season of Heroes meets Attack the Block. There’s a sickle cell variant that allows Black people to develop superpowers and a shady organization (unsurprisingly of white people) seeking to train and control them. They’re not just trying to save one person (AKA the cheerleader), but each of the five main characters has a loved one in jeopardy. I enjoyed it and I’m happy I’ll get to see more. I just hope the show doesn’t go the route Heroes did in season 2.

My first listen of the month was another Audible Plus catalogue selection that was due to be removed. In Charles de Lint’s The Wind in His Heart, four lives come together to be changed forever. Thomas Corn Eyes has always seen the spirits, but he wants to see the world beyond the Rez before he takes his place as shaman. Steve Cole faked his death and changed his name to escape his rock star life and live in the desert. Troubled barrio teen Sadie Higgins is abandoned in the desert and is willing to do anything it takes to get revenge and escape the pain of her life. Leah Hardin, Newford blogger, still grieving a friend’s death, heads down to investigate a rumour that Jackson Cole may still be alive.

It’s a lovely tale, entwining myth and mystery, and all four characters find their ways to healing among the Maderas Mountains.

Then, I finished Mike Chen’s A Quantum Love Story. This book is my new comp for Reality Bomb. Mariana Pineda is grieving her best friend and stepsister Shay’s death and ready to quit her job working as a neuroscientist for ReLive, a company that has a process that stabilizes memories. It’s not that the process doesn’t work—she’s had the treatment herself—or that she hates what she does. Shay’s death has uprooted Mariana’s life, and she needs to start over. After she tours the Hawke Accelerator. It would have been Shay’s dream. Shay was a physicist.

At Hawke, Mariana keeps seeing the same man, a technician, everywhere she goes, and when he asks her to go with him, to stand in a particular spot, she’s bemused enough to go along with it. And then a beam of green light strikes her, and she wakes up on Monday morning, four days before. She’s stuck in a time loop.

There’s a lot more to the story, but this novel is so good, I want y’all to read it.

Then, I listened to Great Figures of Latino Heritage by Dr. Khristin Montes. It was another Audible Original and Great Courses collaboration. Though short, Montes covers everything from the Aztec and Inkan empires through to the present day. Excellent.

Another short but 100% fun listen was John Scalzi’s Constituent Service. This is an Audible Original exclusive, that is, the story was written for Audible and will only be available on Audible. Narrated by Amber Benson, Constituent Service tells the tale of Ashley Perrin, who’s starting her first job, post-graduation, as the community liaison for the Third District, where aliens outnumber humans. Immediately, she’s bombarded by noise complaints, transit complaints, a report of alien pets—illegal on Earth for environmental reasons—and a missing chicken. It all comes together in a hilarious conclusion.

Next, I listened to Habits for Happiness at Work, another Tim Sharp Audible Original. Sound advice, but again, not all that neurodivergent friendly.

Then, I finished my reread of Guy Gavriel Kay’s The Darkest Road. As good as I remember it. Heart wrenching. You can really see the seeds of the storyteller Kay becomes in later novels.

I’d pre-ordered Ashley Shuttleworth’s A Wild and Ruined Song earlier in the year and dove in when I received it. I was hooked by the Hollow Star Saga from the first book in the series. The complexity of the worldbuilding is amazing. And the characters even more so. Mostly queer, mostly traumatized, and sufficiently ND-coded that I was stuck to their respective journeys like glue.

I’m not going to say much about the book itself because I think it’s worth reading if you like urban fantasy/masquerade at all. I will note that the final epic battle happens off-page, which might be disappointing to some readers, but the entire series, and this book in particular, includes escalating conflicts, so there are enough physical battles to satisfy even the most bloodthirsty reader. It was a solid conclusion to the series.

Next up was Karen Frazier’s Chakra Crystals. Interesting ideas about using crystals and other stones to heal or balance your chakras. This was more of a curiosity read than a research or personal improvement read, though I’m sure, as an autistic, my chakras are all out of whack.

Then, I listened to Wynonna Earp: Tales from Purgatory by Emily Andras. This collection is a series of short stories that picks up where the series left off. Wynonna and Doc are off on a much-deserved vacation and experience difficulties on their journey, including a head-popping demon. Meanwhile, back in Purgatory, Jeremy, Nicole, Waverley, and the gang deal with demons of their own. A fun listen that reunites the cast for more potty-mouthed sexcapades, supernatural mysteries, and lots of chaos. What else would you expect from Wynonna Earp?

Then, I read Robin Wall Kimmerer’s The Serviceberry. Kimmerer proposes a new economics of giving and reciprocity based on the lessons of the humble berry. Short, but LOVED.

My final listen of the month was Mistletoe Murders 3 by Ken Cuperus. This Audible Original is a slightly guilty pleasure I discovered three years ago when the first in the series came out. It’s actually classified as a podcast, but whatever. I love it. Cobie Smulders voices Emily Lane who runs a year-round Christmas shop in a sleepy little town, is hu-mom to two demanding kittehs, and solves mysteries in her spare time. Cozy, right?

But Emily has a secret past that caught up with her at the end of the last book, when someone from her old life appeared and told her that her high-profile sleuthing had drawn the attention of the shadowy organization she became Emily Lane to escape…just as her relationship with local lawman Sam was starting to heat up. It’s fun. And I love me some Smulders (justice for Maria Hill! IYKYK).

And that was the month in this writer’s life.

Until next month, be well and stay safe; be kind and stay strong. The world needs your stories!

The next chapter: A month in the writerly life. https://melaniemarttila.ca

Cover reveal and pre-order link — New Short Fiction!

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I’m soo excited to finally be able to announce this!

Last year, my short story “The Beekeeper” was accepted by co-editors Lynn Hutchinson Lee and Nina Munteanu for their Exile Editions anthology Through the Portal: Tales from a Hopeful Dystopia!

It’s available now through the Exile Editions website (linked in the title above) for pre-order at a 15% discount until the official launch date on December 31st, 2024!

Just look at this lovely cover:

Cover of Through the Portal: Tales from a Hopeful Dystopia.
Full cover (front and back) of Through the Portal: Tales from a Hopeful Dystopia.

Hopeful dystopias are so much more than an apparent oxymoron: they are in some fundamental way the spearhead of the future – and ironically often a celebration of human spirit by shining a light through the darkness of disaster. In Through the Portal: Tales from a Hopeful Dystopia, award-winning authors of speculative fiction Lynn Hutchinson Lee and Nina Munteanu present a collection that explores strange new terrains and startling social constructs, quiet morphing landscapes, dark and terrifying warnings, lush newly-told folk and fairy tales.

This is a fascinating collection of all-new, modern-day speculative storytelling, with insightful “Tales from a Hopeful Dystopia” featuring Agata Antonow, Sarah Christina Brown, Mary Burns, K.R. Byggdin, Petra Chambers, Katie Conrad, M.L.D. Curelas, Matthew Freeman, R. Haven, Liam Hogan, Cornelia Hoogland, Vanessa Hua, Jerri Jerreat, Zilla Jones, Katherine Koller, Erin MacNair, Melanie Marttila, Bruce Meyer, Isabella Mori, E. Martin Nolan, Avery Parkinson, Ursula Pflug, Marisca Pichette, Shana Ross, Lynne Sargent, Karen Schauber, Holly Schofield, Anneliese Schultz, Gin Sexsmith, Sara C. Walker, Jade Wallace, and Melissa Yuan-Innes.These authors show us that now, more than ever, our world urgently needs stories about hope.

So thrilled for this next publication and to be sharing the table of contents with so many fabulous author friends!

Wordstock 2024 post-festival wrap-up

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My first official literary festival appearance and all the other goodies.

Day 1 – November 1, 2024

Poetry Primer – The Bistro 5:30 to 6:30 pm

I showed up a bit early and was seen to the hospitality suite and given my lanyard and swag bag. I got to meet Kelsey Borgford and Alex Tétreault in advance and settle in. We’d exchanged a few emails leading up to the session to let us know how the event would proceed.

It was absolutely lovely. Kelsey wore her beautiful ribbon dress, and we had a smooth and interactive session. People asked questions. We even answered them!

Picture of the Poetry Primer session with Melanie Marttila, Kelsey Borgford, and Alex Tétreault.

And afterward, Kelsey and I signed several books each.

It was awesome.

Festival Opening and Youthwords Announcement – The Bistro 7 to 7:30 pm

Heather Campbell welcomed everyone formally. MP Viviane Lapointe, MPP Jamie West, and the deputy mayor all commented on the importance of Sudbury’s arts community and Wordstock as a part of it. The Youthwords contest winners were announced and were invited to read their pieces.

And Then She Fell: Alicia Elliot in conversation with Shana Calixte Pitawanakwat – Studio Desjardins 7:30 to 8:30 pm

Alicia Elliot was funny and irreverent in her discussion of her latest novel, the writing life, and motherhood.

Amazing.

And Then She Fell: Alicia Elliot in conversation with Shana Calixte Pitawanakwat.

Day 2 – November 2, 2024

Masterclass – Immersive Writing Foray – out and about – 9 to 10:30 am

Ariel Gordon and Yvonne Blomer, after a gathering and brief reading in the Bistro, took us for an urban walk with several stops to pause and write.

I wrote three short pieces and explored a part of the downtown greenspace I hadn’t visited in years. No pictures, because too busy walking or writing.

Writing and Publishing Today – Studio Desjardins – 11 am to 12 pm

Alicia Elliot, John Degen, and Hollay Ghadery discussed writing and publishing in Canada today. A lot of insights from both sides of the industry. Moderated by Randall Perry.

Writing and Publishing Today with Alicia Elliot, John Degen, and Hollay Ghadery. Moderated by Randall Perry.

The Inner World of Women – Studio Desjardins – 1:45 to 2:45 pm

Kim Fahner, Heidi Reimer, and Louise Ells discussed their novels and how their characters explore their inner worlds. Moderated by Liisa Kovala.

The Inner World of Women with Kim Fahner, Heidi Reimer, and Louise Ells. Moderated by Liisa Kovala.

Queer Reflections – Studio Desjardins – 3 to 4 pm

Emily Austin and Kate Cayley discussed their respective bodies of work and how they reflect gender and identity.

Queer Reflections with Emily Austin and Kate Cayley.

Echoes of the Earth – Studio Desjardins – 4:15 to 5:15 pm

Ariel Gordon, Yvonne Blomer, and Sophie Anne Edwards discussed their recent publications and how they explore the environment and climate change from different perspectives.

Echoes of the Earth with Ariel Gordon, Yvonne Blomer, and Sophie Anne Edwards. Introduced by Heather Campbell.

Day 3 – November 3, 2024

Ode to Brunch – The Bistro – 11:30 am to 1 pm

Hollay Ghadery, Fereh Malik, and Emily Austin provided a poetic accompaniment to Brunch, reading from their new and published work and discussing the role of poetry in Canadian publishing today. Moderated by Kim Fahner.

Ode to Brunch with Hollay Ghadery, Fereh Malik, and Emily Austin. Moderated by Kim Fahner.

Big and Important Feelings – Studio Desjardins – 1:15 to 2:15 pm

Danielle Daniel, Kern Carter, and Emily De Angelis discuss their middle grade and young adult novels and the emotional journeys their characters travel. Moderated by Jonathan Pinto.

Big and Important Feelings with Danielle Daniel, Kern Carter, and Emily De Angelis. Moderated by Jonathan Pinto. Introduced by Heather Campbell.

It was an amazing weekend. I learned a lot, met many authors I’d only interacted with online, and, of course, bought a lot of books.

All the books I bought.

This was the festival’s 11th edition. I’ve been to every one so far, and I’ll be returning next year.

The next chapter: October 2024 update

/ Melanie Marttila

Hello, burnout, my old friend…

My grrl, looking gormless and stalwart. She is a great regulator for autisti-mom.

Life in general

I started to see signs of recovery early in the month. The first was this: the revenge procrastination started to ease up. For the last couple of weeks in September, I couldn’t get to bed earlier than 1 am. Some days, it was more like 2 am.

Slowly, it started to shift. 12:45 am, 12:30 am, 12 am, and finally 11:30 pm. The progression wasn’t even, though. I slipped for a few days, popping back up to midnight, got back on track for a few days, and then had a couple of super-late nights. Mid-month, I was back, more or less, to a consistent midnight bedtime.

Things at work are starting to sort themselves out. We’re making progress on the one, time-sensitive project and a few decisions have been made that will make things a bit easier. But I still feel like I’m failing my team most days.

I’ve been taking time off when I feel overwhelmed, and it’s been helping, but I still feel guilty. A lifetime of meeting expectations at cost to myself isn’t easy to shake. By thanksgiving weekend, I started to feel a little better.

Only to slip back down into the well again.

Mom took a tumble on the 28th. She’s okay, though bruised. Phil and I opted to call for an ambulance again because we were concerned that our untrained efforts to help her get up would only result in further injury. But all is well.

The month in writing

I wrote and revised a couple of poems and submitted them to a journal as a way of trying to gently get back into writing mode.

Rejections on my poetry submissions continued to roll in. It’s part of the writing life, but they still sting.

With Reality Bomb, I started to journal/freewrite my way through the climactic chapter. Having roughly mapped it out, I let the words percolate for a bit. I decided to focus on self-care for Thanksgiving weekend. Then I started looking at revisions on a few key scenes.

It’s a pleasant surprise when you read something you’ve written, and you’re not disgusted by it.

Spot revisions turned into a reread. It refreshed a lot of the revisions I’d already done and that I’d forgotten about (!) Not necessarily a good sign, but it means I have some distance from the earlier part of the novel.

On October 3rd, I received a lovely request from a fellow Sudbury author to be her mentor…if her funding application was successful. Unfortunately, her funding application wasn’t successful. I briefly considered giving it a go anyway, but before I acted on the impulse, I sat back and thought about it. I’m not really in a place yet where I think I can be helpful. I need to recover from this burnout first, finish RB, and then I can consider other opportunities.

On the 16th, I received notification that my submission to Pulp Literature’s First Page Cage had made the longlist (!) I honestly didn’t expect to make the finals. The opening of Reality Bomb is kind of quiet 🙂 I was just happy to have made the first cut!

As expected, I didn’t even make the quarter finals. But I received feedback that I can hopefully use to improve the opening.

Then, on the 19th, I received more information about the story accepted for an anthology last year. I hope to be able to share some good news about that soonish.

And on the 22nd, I received another acceptance for a short story I submitted to another anthology in the spring! More news to come once things are formalized.

One of the organizers for the Jabbawong Storytelling Festival in Kagawong reached out to me on the 23rd. There in the early stages of organizing 2025’s festival, but they’d like me to be part of their lineup. So honoured. And excited.

For reasons, some personal, like my burnout, others professional, like the controversies they continue to struggle with, I have decided not to NaNo this year in any form. I track my writing regardless and have come to see the event as more of a burden than a fun challenge.

Filling the well

The new vine moon in Libra was on the 2nd. Watched the annular solar eclipse in South America via Time & Date.

There was a period where the aurora borealis was supposed to be visible, but not here in town. Too much light pollution. There was also comet Tsuchinshan-ATLAS, but cloud cover and again, light pollution, prevented a sighting here.

The full hunter’s moon in Aries was on the 17th. While I wasn’t able to get a good picture the night of, I nabbed a lovely one the morning after.

Picture of the full moon.

And, of course, Samhain, my birthday, was on the 31st.

In the wake of the last few months, I tried to cut back on creative obligations.

“The delivery of information in fiction,” the last of the Your Personal Odyssey workshops I signed up for, presented by Carrie Vaughn, was on the 6th. Really good information about how to balance showing and telling, particularly at the beginning of a story.

On the 12th was The FOLD Academy’s “Energy is currency: Eight ways to create a more sustainable writing career” with Chelene Knight. Unfortunately, I missed it and will have to wait for the webinar to be posted on their YouTube channel. I did subscribe to Chelene’s podcast though. The webinar was posted on the 18th. Last month, Chelene did a similar webinar for The Writers’ Union of Canada (TWUC) and I really enjoy her philosophy about living a balanced creative life.

“Dealing with the writer demons” with Tiffany Yates Martin was on the 13th. Very good. Tiffany has her new book out, The Intuitive Writer (another on for the TBR), and this was a co-opt of Jane Friedman’s Sunday Sermon in celebration of the release.

I signed up for a Jane Friedman webinar, “Mastering Trauma Scenes to Improve your Memoir” with Lisa Cooper Ellison on the 16th. Because it was during the day, I watched the replay. It was about how to write about your trauma in a way that respects both yourself and your readers. Very good.

In non-writerly events, I started up Finnish class again on Oct 7th. The classes run for eight weeks and will continue through next month. The news is this: I’ve improved! I can actually say a few things in Finnish from memory that are contextually correct in conversation! The ding of achievement has been heard 🙂 Now to work on my pronunciation.

I also attended my support group meeting on the 9th. The topic this month: Abilities vs. expectations. Something I’m struggling with right now.

I had a lovely massage on Oct 2nd. Just the things after two days of back to back to back meetings that kind of drove me crazy.

My semi-annual dental cleaning and checkup was on the 8th. No matter how hard I try, I can’t keep the stains from accumulating around my permanent retainer.

Then, on the 17th, I got my flu and covid vaccine combo, one in each shoulder. And it really hurt this time. Two days of shoulder pain bad enough I had to medicate and a day of feeling crap.

Fortunately, I felt better after those two days of misery.

Back in September, I started taking the antihistamines (30 days worth of pills and 60 of the nasal spray) I had leftover from my long recovery from sinusitis in the spring as a preventative measure. I think it helped ward off the illen this fall. I’m knocking on every wooden surface within reach as I type this.

What I’m watching and reading

After a rough workweek, I engaged in some self-care and watch The Mitchells vs. the Machines (Netflix). Pure joy. I mean, there’s a serious story about a family coming together…to save the freakin’ world! Boom, baby! So weird, but so awesome. I was smiling the entire time.

Then, I watched The Bad Guys (Netflix). Another fun watch. Sam Rockwell voices the protagonist, The Big Bad Wolf, who leads a criminal gang including Snake (his best friend), Shark, Tarantula, and Pirhana. Most of the denizens of this world are human, except for the governor, a fox, and a humanitarian, a guinea pig. Another weird one, but quite fun.

Next, I watched The Boy and the Heron (Netflix). Mahito loses his mother in a fire during the Pacific War. His father marries his mother’s sister, and they seek refuge at her family estate in the country. Mahito is still mourning his mother’s death and distant from his aunt, who is pregnant. A grey heron keeps appearing, and there’s this creepy tower that was built by Mahito’s great grand uncle. That’s the set up and I think I’ll leave it there except to say one more thing, the book that in part inspired the movie, How Do You Live? features as a part of Mahito’s healing journey. It’s not my favourite Miyazaki movie, but it’s damned good.

Then, Phil and I finished watching season 3 of Vox Machina (Amazon). I enjoyed it a lot and they seemed to tie up a lot of loose ends. They defeated Ripley, Thordak, Raishan’s undead monstrosity, and brought Percy back from the dead, though at a cost. Orthax may still be a problem. Even though they’ve all gone their separate ways for now, a fourth season’s been greenlit, so we’ll see more of the gang’s adventures.

Finally, Phil and I watched Agatha All Along (Disney +). Of course we did. One of the best Disney series to come out recently. I loved it. Watch it if you can.

My first listen of the month was the Audible Original production of Charles Dickens’ Bleak House. The more I read Dickens, the better I like his books. All the characters are linked by Jarndyce and Jarndyce, a lawsuit that has entangled generations. John Jarndyce has washed his hands of it and seeks a simple life. He takes in two young cousins whose fortunes have been held in limbo by the lawsuit and hires a young orphan, Esther Summerson as their companion. A man named “no one” dies. Lawyers scheme. A lady with secrets asks a street sweeper to take her to a pauper’s grave. A doctor struggles to save lives. It all comes together, and lives are changed forever when Jarndyce and Jarndyce is finally settled. Excellent.

Then, I listened to The Finnish Guide to Happiness by Melanie Dower. The author moved to Finland nine years ago and shares what she’s learned about life in the world’s happiest country. Very good.

Next, I finished Lois McMaster Bujold’s Beguilement, the first book in The Sharing Knife series. Fawn runs away from home after Sonny refuses to take responsibility for the baby she’s having as the result of a night of fumbling in the fields. En route, she’s taken captive by bandits and saved by Dag, one of the Lakewalkers, erroneously known as necromancers. But then, they’re attacked by a malice, Dag is injured, and Fawn must kill the horror herself, but not before it drains the life from her baby.

There’s some ick factor, so be warned. Fawn is slut shamed by Sonny and her family verbally and emotionally abuses her (no wonder she ran away). Fawn is 18 and Dag is 55. They become lovers, but not without struggle over the age difference (by both Fawn and Dag, as well as everyone who learns of their affections, Lakewalker or otherwise). Aside from the action-packed first act, the rest of the novel focuses on the budding relationship and Fawn and Dag’s trip back to her home, where she confronts her family and Sonny, and she and Dag get married. I enjoyed it, despite the ick.

Then, I listened to The Unappreciated Power of Naps, an Audible Original, by Jade Wu. Lots of good information. It has me reconsidering trying to nap (despite my apparent inability to do so).

I reread Nancy Kress’s Beggars Ride, the third in her Sleepless trilogy. Well, I listened to the audiobook because it was slated to be removed from the Audible Plus catalogue. The Sleepless and the SuperSleepless are now fighting each other, and humanity is caught in the crossfire. As good as I remember it, but Jackson has a boner for every occasion 🙂

The next book I finished reading was K.M. Weiland’s Next Level Story Structure. She focuses on chiastic story structure, moves on to scene structure, and answers a few related questions in the last few chapters. While most of this information has already been posted on her website, Helping Writers Become Authors, she’s revised and refined the information for this writing craft book. Last year, I started purchasing her physical books (I have them all as ebooks). I decided I wanted to have her advice at my fingertips. This one’s joined the collection.

Finally, I listened to Marge Piercy’s Woman on the Edge of Time. Written in 1976, the novel tells the tale of Consuelo, Connie, who is involuntarily committed by her niece’s pimp after she tries to stop him from beating her niece. In the depths of her despair, Connie is pulled into the future to a socialist utopia where she eventually finds solace from her miserable existence. But then she’s put into an experimental program in which electrodes are inserted into patients’ brains to control their behaviour and the next time she travels into the future, it’s to a dystopia.

The epilogue is Connie’s psychiatric history and brings the entire novel into question. Was she in a psychotic delusion the whole time? Despite the ending, I enjoyed Piercy’s feminist ruminations.

And that was the month in this writer’s life.

Until next month, be well and stay safe; be kind and stay strong. The world needs your stories!

The next chapter: A month in the writerly life. melaniemarttila.ca