The next chapter: March 2026 update

An anthology launches! A decision is made! Next up: waiting for the fallout …

A beaver dam in a winter creek.

Life in general

The month started out with the literal bang of the US-Israeli bombing of Iran, what is now being called the 2026 Iran War. The conflict actually brought February to a close, on the 28th, but none of us knew about it until we woke up on March 1st and heard the news.

One of the first group of casualties was mostly schoolgirls. And the evidence pointed to the strike being of US origin, directed by an expert system. For a more nuanced (and frightening) examination, see this article by Kevin T. Baker for The Guardian.

Critics of the operation described it as illegal under US law (only Congress is supposed to be able to declare war), an act of imperialism, and a violation of Iran’s sovereignty under international law.

The US didn’t forewarn or evacuate any of its citizens in the region and now they’re stranded and having to find their own ways out of the war zone.

Yes, Supreme Leader Ali Khamenei is dead, but Trump doesn’t seem to have had any other game plan than shock and awe. It’s all giving entä nyt (Finnish for “now what?”) energy.

For more, check out this article for The Walrus by Shannon Gormley.

It’s all a smokescreen to distract from the Epstein Files, which still haven’t been disclosed in full.

Kristi Noem was moved to the Shield of the Americas (a non-existent organization) and Pam Bondi was under fire.

And the Russia-Ukraine war continues.

And the genocide in Gaza continues.

And so many other conflicts, I can’t remember them all.

At work, things went on as they went on. Another short-term project moved into a holding pattern because of leave and other conflicts. I was invited to observe the delivery of another pilot course. This time, however, I haggled to 3 days of a 5-day course, and I thought I was doing well until DST came along and messed me up (the course started on the 9th). Also, I had a whole week of annual leave following the last day of observation, which was the ultimate relief.

I had other work to complete on the Tuesday and Thursday, anyway.

But on the Wednesday, there was another all-staff meeting, which I anticipated would be about workforce adjustment. Training observation was pushed to before my start time, and I said I’d just show up late. Maintaining boundaries, for the win!

The meeting was not entirely about WFA, but a portion of it was. We now had firmer dates for the process, but no better idea when our potential departure might be beyond a range of dates. For anyone opting into the voluntary departure program, our departure dates will be determined by management, and we’ll find out when a letter is sent to us in late April or early May. The worst-case scenario will leave us (me and Phil) skint for at least a month and with no guarantee when my separation monies or pension might be processed and issued.

Oh, the joy of a drawn-out process with a slow trickle of information which doesn’t help at all …

Then, during my week off, SNOWMAGEDDON hit, the bulk of it on the 15th. We had received 10 cm on Friday already, and they were calling for 50 cm on Sunday. We got that and then some. And thunder snow!

The entire city was shut down on Monday and though they were working hard, they could not guarantee when the snow would be cleared from side streets and sidewalks. Apparently, this winter has been one of the snowiest in Sudbury’s history with 5 metres’ accumulation. The last time we had this much snow was in 1959 (!) And the winter isn’t over yet. We often have snow into April or even May.

On the Monday following the storm, the temperature plunged, making efforts to clear the snow even more challenging. Much of Sudbury remained shut down on Tuesday, largely due to the inability of people to get out of their own driveways or side streets.

Then, on Tuesday night (actually Wednesday morning) Marttila Drive was plowed, and not only that, someone (I’m assuming from the city) followed up and removed the plow shit from the ends of the driveways. Phil was so impressed, he sent a note of thanks to the no doubt feeling-less-than-appreciated municipal workers.

More snow arrived on Wednesday, and on Thursday, the temperature rose above freezing.

The whole time, sidewalks remained unplowed, and I was forced to walk Torvi up and around the apartments at the end of our street. Poor girl couldn’t figure out why we weren’t going on any of our usual routes.

She wasn’t the only one confused by the snow.

On my way home from the SuperCanucks launch (see the month in writing), I hit a wicked pothole that took out our exhaust/muffler/tailpipe. There was nothing to do in the moment but turn on my hazards and crawl home, hoping not to damage anything further as it trailed behind me. Fortunately, I made it home without incident and Phil was able to kluge the muffler and tailpipe back into place with some bailing wire he had in the garage.

The week following, Phil got our poor car to the mechanic and got her repaired.

Then came March 26, the deadline for opting into the voluntary departure program. I completed my form, submitted it, discussed it with my team lead, manager, and director, and promptly took the rest of the day and the next off.

Coincidentally, March 26th was also my official 25-year work anniversary. Bittersweet moment, weird day.

I received my gift, a travel backpack, and my framed certificate the following Tuesday.

There was no sense of relief, because the process isn’t over. There was also no “oh, my god, what have I done?!” moment, either. I’ve been sitting with this decision for long enough that I have no doubt that leaving is the right decision for me.

Now to wait for my official departure date to be determined. I should receive my official letter in early May. Only then will I be able to start contacting human resources, the pay centre, and the pension centre and start getting my arrangements made.

This is not the end of the story.

The month in writing

I started off the month by revising and submitting my flash fiction – yay, me! And then starting in on the story for the contest I registered for last month. It was longer (minimum 3,500 words) and based on a visual prompt. Of course, I took it in my own direction.

A writer friend also registered for the contest suggested we get together on the Friday before the contest deadline and workshop our pieces. Unfortunately, a snowstorm prevented us from meeting up, but we did exchange stories by email, and both submitted (excellent stories, in my opinion) to the contest on time.

Two stories out in the world! I’ll let you know how they do.

Two of my reviews were published in The Maple Tree Literary Supplement back in January. Better late than never?

On the 5th, I received an invitation to participate in a podcast to promote SuperCanucks. The recording will be on Victoria Day Monday, and the episode will focus on superhero pets. When I have more deets, I’ll share them.

Then I was invited to join Neuroverses: An Autism Month/Poetry Month Showcase (link to the EventBright event page) on April 18th organized by Murgatroyd Monaghan. Should be fun!

Matthew del Papa and Andy Taylor, the editors of SuperCanucks, were interviewed by Markus Schwabe on CBC’s Morning North on the 18th.

And on the 20th another article appeared in the Sudbury Star online.

On the 21st, SuperCanucks launched! It was a super afternoon at the Greater Sudbury Public Library’s main branch with a gift basket raffle and swag and superhero-themed cookies from the Homemade Baking Company!

Here are some of the pictures:

I signed up for an interview for a show on the local university radio station, CKLU. Recording next month. I’ll let you know how it goes.

I also put myself forward as a panellist for Can-Con in October.

In writerly business, Wordstock held a visioning session on the 22nd. It was mostly introductions and brainstorming. The results were collected and the board will review for suitability and viability.

The Canada Council for the Arts had their Annual Public Meeting on the 25th.

And the SF Canada board met on the 29th. We discussed getting the organization back out in the world.

Filling the well

The full suckerfish moon and blood moon eclipse (which I did not get up early enough to see) in Virgo was on the 3rd. I watched the eclipse afterward on the time and date YouTube channel, which had some interesting special guests, including NASA’s Noah Petro, who discussed the Artemis mission.

We lost an hour on the 8th with the start of daylight saving time (DST). I keep hoping for a miracle. BC is going permanent DST. Saskatchewan has always been permanent standard time. I signed a parliamentary petition to stop the DST time shift in Ontario. Even the orange maniac wants to do away with the time change. When will it end?

In honour, I’ll trot out my favourite DST meme.

A Princess Bride Daylight Saving Time meme.

The new ash moon in Pisces was on the 18th.

According to Alina Brown:

“Pisces is the sign of endings, surrender, intuition, grief, imagination, faith, and emotional processing. New Moons usually bring beginnings. But in Pisces, especially this late in the sign, the beginning often comes through closure.

So, this is less about forcing a new chapter open and more about recognizing what is naturally ending so something new can begin.”

Can I tell you how many signs and portents I been getting lately along these lines? The universe is definitely sending me a message.

And spring arrived on the 20th. I tell you, it did not feel much like spring.

A detail from my spring equinox altar.

In writerly events, I signed up for Outside the Box: Choosing to Follow the Writerly Path with Kim Fahner presented by the Saskatchewan Writers’ Guild on the 5th. It was a lovely presentation.

Also on the 5th was the Canadian Authors Association and SF Canada webinar series Make Your Character’s Life Difficult with Gail Anderson-Dargatz. Fortunately, I had the option of watching the recording.

On the 14th, I stopped by Perk & Pine to nab a signed copy of Liisa Kovala/A.L. Jensen’s Hygge & Homicide. I chatted with her mother who knew several members of my family. It was a lovely event at a great new-to-me café, and they have the best coffee and treats!

Torvi had her annual checkup at the Laurentian Trails Veterinary Clinic (yay!) on the 12th. It was great to see Dr. Andrews again and the new clinic is great Torvi got a clean bill of health, her annual vaccines, flea and tic medication for the year, and some probiotic powder in case she engages in “dietary indiscretion” again. I forgot to bring her fecal sample in, so Phil delivered it the next day. When he walked in, he said, “I am here to give you shit! And here it is.” Everyone laughed. That’s my guy.

I had a lovely week off work from the 16th to the 20th. Snowmageddon (see Life in general) enforced slowness and containment.

On the 23rd, I had my now tri-annual dentist appointment.

On the 28th, I took Torvi for her next de-tufting at Petsmart. Most of her undercoat is gone, but we’re still dealing with fluff-o-rama.

My next therapy appointment was on the 30th. I decompressed from my eventful month, and we conquered two (the last?) value domains. I’m looking forward to whatever we tackle next.

An orchid flower.
My orchid bloomed!

What I’m watching and reading

My first watch of March was to finish the first season of A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms (HBO). I loved this (initially) lighter take on the GoT universe. Dunk is a genuinely good man despite the mistakes he makes. He just tries so hard! And it gets him into trouble more often than not. I loved the relationship between Dunk and Egg/Aeg. And I won’t say any more about it because it is so worth watching.

Next, I watched Fullmetal Alchemist: The Final Alchemy (Netflix). Phil and I had watched the first of these live action versions of one of our favourite anime back in 2020 (Fulllmetal Alchemist, 2017) and the second in 2022 (Fullmetal Alchemist: The Revenge of Scar), when it and the third instalment both came out. Somehow, we forgot that the last one was to be released later in 2022 … until now. Phil confessed he’d “cheated” on me by watching the movie on his own, which prompted me to check it out.

These FMA movies follow the same plot (almost exactly) as the Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood anime series, which reframes the events of previous FMA series. Yes, there have been iterations. I won’t get into the plot, but I will say that the live action adaptation was well done and just as heart wrenching as the anime.

Then, I finished watching Star Trek: Starfleet Academy (CTV Scifi). I loved it! Holly Hunter is amazing! I wasn’t so sure about some of the young characters and there was a lot of young adult angst and hormones flying about, but I think they stuck the landing. One of the best ST series yet!

For more on this, see Charlie Jane Anders’ Buttondown newsletter: Why is it so hard to make Star Stek YA? (And consider subscribing while you’re there!)

Next, I wanted to watch Zootopia 2 (Disney +), but as I hadn’t watched Zootopia yet, I queued it up first.

Zootopia is adorable and surprisingly moving. In a world where anthropomorphic animals live in harmony (more or less) in climate-controlled habitats, young rabbit Judy Hopper’s sense of justice drives her ambition to be the first rabbit to become a police officer, despite her parents’ desire for her to settle into a life of carrot farming. The opening montage establishes Judy’s struggle and eventual triumph in police academy, but on her first day, Chief Bogo assigns her to parking duty. In typical fashion, Judy excels, making twice the citations Bogo assigned her before noon. She is also conned by fox Nick Wilde and foils a robbery, saving the life of a shrew woman in the process (it’s important, trust me). Once back at the station, though, Bogo refuses to recognize Judy’s excellence and, when he similarly dismisses the plea of an otter to find her missing husband, Judy impulsively offers to find the missing otter. Incensed that Judy has undermined his authority, he gives her 48 hours to solve the crime. If she fails, she’s fired. So of course she teams up with the con artist fox …

In Zootopia 2, Judy and (mild spoiler) her new partner Nick are having trouble working together. At a charity gala, which they sneak into against Chief Bogo’s orders, they attempt to stop the theft of the Lynxley family journal that documents the creation of the weather walls that regulate Zootopia’s climate zones, until the thief, Gary De’Snake protests that the journal contains evidence to prove his family’s innocence. When Milton Lynxley orders the journal burned and Gary killed, Judy refuses, and Gary escapes with the journal on a motorcycle driven by a hooded figure. In a fit of rage, Milton orders the current mayor, a former action movie star and horse named Brian Winddancer, to kill Gary, Judy, and Nick and retrieve the journal. Now fugitives, Judy and Nick must track down Gary and prove both their innocence and that of Gary and his pit viper family. They team up with conspiracy theorist and reptile expert beaver, Nibbles Maplestick. As they visit Marsh Market and follow the clues that lead them to Gary, they uncover a conspiracy—yes, there is an actual conspiracy afoot—that could change Zootopia forever. Both movies were awesome fun.

So of course, after these two lighthearted watches, I shifted to Bugonia (Prime). I had enjoyed Yorgos Lanthimos’s Frankenstein meets Pygmalion mash up Poor Things and was fascinated by the feminist exploration of the “monstrosity” of women it presented. Bugonia was nothing like that movie. Teddy Gatz is presented as a radicalized conspiracy theorist who manipulates and abuses his autistic cousin Don. Though it’s revealed that he was abused by his babysitter as a child and that his mother is now comatose after an experimental therapy provided by Auxiloth, and though he’s a caring beekeeper and coworker, any sympathy that backstory earns is completely undone when the Auxiloth CEO Michelle Fuller, who he has kidnapped and accused of being an alien, finds his “laboratory” of preserved body parts and his photo album documenting his many abducted and murdered “suspected aliens.” For her part, Michelle is as cruel and manipulative as Teddy and then some. She treats her employees as slaves and her attempted gaslighting of Don results in his suicide. She then tells the further traumatized Teddy (who apparently really cared for Don) that his mother’s cure is disguised at the antifreeze in her car. After Teddy flees the scene of his mother’s murder-by-antifreeze, Michelle then manipulates him into blowing himself up in a closet (WTF?!). It doesn’t take much. He’s clearly deranged by this time. And then she returns to the mothership where the decision is made to terminate humanity.

It’s an utterly depressing movie. I mean I get the argument that humanity doesn’t deserve the world we have, but, honestly, it’s the 1% and the big corporations and corrupt politicians with their reliance on oil and the colonialism and patriarchy and capitalism that’s messed up the world. There are billions of other humans living on this planet that are doing the best they can in the fucked-up systems we’re subjected to. Does everyone deserve to die because of that? Are we all so irrevocably corrupted that there’s no hope?

Phil and I finished watching season 2 of the live-action One Piece (Netflix), and we loved it! Luffy and the Straw Hats make it through the Red Line, which is a mountain with currents that flow up and then down, appease a whale who is self-harming because he misses his friends (I felt so sad for that poor whale) and start to navigate the Grand Line, where traditional compasses don’t work (!). The whole time they’re fighting off Baroque Works assassins and the Marines. It’s great fun and they do a great job maintaining the surreal feel of the anime.

Then, I finished watching the fourth season of Bridgerton (Netflix). This season focuses on ne’er-do-well second son Benedict, who to this point has been happily living a life of debauchery … until the night of his mother’s masquerade ball, when a mysterious young woman catches his eye. Francesca has a season of upheavals, Violet finds love and heartbreak, Eloise still wants nothing to do with the “marriage mart” and is relegated to minding Hyacinth as she goes through her etiquette lessons in preparation for her coming out, Penelope, now outed as Lady Whistledown, attempts to pursue novel writing, but Queen Charlotte won’t be deprived of her gossip, and Lady Danbury wants to retire from public life. The main story is the Bridgerton take on Cinderella, but it’s done very well. I think this has been one of the better seasons of the series.

Finally, I watched Mercy (Prime). Interesting premise, fun action, but an asshole for a protagonist who didn’t earn his happy-ish ending. I could watch Rebecca Ferguson read an old timey phone book but her performance as an AI judge was about as riveting. Chris Raven is a cop, instrumental in instituting the Mercy AI court system to prevent criminals going free due to human error. Later, he finds himself in the Mercy court, accused of his wife’s murder. In the first half of the film, he only manages to convince Mercy that he’s guilty. He’s an alcoholic who’s checked out of his marriage, his daughter is praying for divorce because even she can see that he’s a lose cannon, and he has no evidence to prove that he didn’t, in fact, kill his wife. There are several unsurprising “twists” and Mercy “glitches,” implying that it’s developing emotions. It’s a mess of a movie.


My first read of March was Liisa Kovala’s Hyyge and Homicide, the first in her self-published Hyyge House Murder series. This cozy mystery (i.e., a mystery involving a crime-solver who is not a law enforcement officer of some description) is set in the fictional town of Lakewood, intended by the author to be a stand-in for anytown, Northern Ontario. Minna Halonen has left her interior design career in Toronto and returned to her hometown. For now, she’s working in her mother Elsi’s store, Nordic Cozy and reacquainting herself with Lakewood. Almost immediately, she is beset by her best friend and event planner Christie, who suggests they buy an old mansion and set it up as a venue for events. Minna hesitantly agrees and when her daughter Sophie, unable to find work in Toronto, post-graduation, also returns home while she gets her bearings, the deal is struck. Minna, Elsi, and Sophie will move into the mansion, Minna will supervise the renovation and interior décor, Sophie will handle their social media and advertising, and Christie will organize events.

Everything seems to be going swimmingly, especially with James, the handsome contractor renovating the mansion, until the Hyyge House grand opening, when Minna finds a body in the breakfast nook. With her new business foundering before it’s gotten off the ground, and everyone involved in the grand opening suddenly a suspect, Minna decides to solve the mystery before it claims anyone or anything else she loves. Also, Hugo Dogberg is adorable. A fun start to a new series.

Then, I listened to The Savior’s Champion by Jenna Moreci. Tobias was apprenticed to one of the best artists in the land until his father was killed and his sister seriously injured in an accident. Now he works as a labourer to make ends meet, but it’s not enough to get his sister the medical treatment she needs and her pain is only getting worse. When his best friend decides to enter the Sovereign’s Tournament and compete to become the Savior’s Champion, Tobias initially scoffs. Until he learns of the money given to the families of the competitors. Though he has no interest in the Savior, he’s desperate to get his sister the treatment she needs. And so, he enters the tournament.

Next, I listened to The Space Within, season 1, an Audible Original first presented as a podcast. Trauma specialist Madelaine Wyle is asked to treat a child who disappeared and can’t remember what happened to her. As she slowly gains Sophie’s trust and begins to unblock her traumatic memories, Maddie learns that there are other people who have disappeared and returned changed. But Maddie also has problems of her own. The daughter she voluntarily surrendered to her ex when he moved to another state for a new job is acting out and wants to live with Maddie. And Maddie has a childhood experience that resonates with those of her patients. When DNA scans reveal that all her patients share the same nucleotide sequences over multiple chromosomes despite not being related, she has to consider the impossible and put her own career at risk in her search for the truth.

Then, I read Margot Lapierre’s Ajar. This poetry collection is an intimate and vulnerable poetic memoir of what it’s like to experience the haunting fracturing of self that often results from mental illness. Content warning: This collection discusses suicidal ideation and attempted suicide.

I enjoyed The Space Within, season 1 so much that I immediately queued up season 2, this time presented as an Audible Original audiobook. I can’t really tell you much about it without spoiling the whole thing, so I’ll let you listen and judge for yourself.

I will say that the ending felt rushed, like the series was cancelled while they were in the middle of recording season 2, and they had to wrap things up fast. There were a lot of unanswered questions, but they tied off as many story threads as they could.

Then, I listened to There is No Antimimetics Division by QNTM (pen name of Sam Hughes). This novel is based on the web series originally published to the SCP (Secure, Contain, Protect) Wiki. Marie Quinn is the Director of the Antimimentics Division of the Unknown Organization (UO). Antimemes, or unknowns are extradimensional entities that feed on memories, effectively making them invisible as they consume the memories of themselves. Think of that whatever-it-is you think you see out of the corner of your eye. That could be an unknown. It’s the job of Quinn’s division to protect humanity from the more damaging unknowns but to do this, they have to a) take a daily regimen of mnestics, to help them notice and retain awareness of unknowns and which cause physical and mental damage with prolonged use, and b) make themselves forget the plans to defeat the more devastating unknowns lest those memories get consumed and their plans exposed. Many of the “smaller” unknowns can be contained or even tamed. Quinn has one of these, called Sunshine, with her at all times and she scrupulously consumes a varied media diet so that Sunshine can eat those memories and leave everything else intact.

But Quinn becomes aware of a decades-long war with apex antimimetic entity U-3125, which destroys upon conception and spreads through shared knowledge. To protect those she loves, Marie erases the knowledge of her husband Adam and other personal connections from her memory (courtesy of Sunshine). She then discovers evidence of an “irreality amplifier” that UO researcher Ed Hix has been working on in secret and which could generate a countermeme capable of destroying U-3125, but when she arrives at the research facility, U-3125 already consuming her colleagues, all she finds is a “memory bomb.” I kind of had to get into this level of detail so you’d have an idea of what the novel is about, but I’ll stop there, because it’s fascinating and thought-provoking and just pain awesome. The novel is also non-linear and includes redacted text and missing letters to reflect the missing memories of the characters in the story. The unknowns are basically new eldritch terrors.

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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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: March 2024 update

As the meme says: I’ve just sucked one hour of your life away. Tell me, and remember, this is for posterity, how do you feel?

Picture of a quarter moon.

Life in general

Happy Easter/Holi/Nowruz/Purim/Ramadan/Ostara and Trans Day of Visibility! There’s a lot to celebrate.

I am currently 6 days from the launch of The Art of Floating and I’m so excited/nervous, I can barely stand it!

The deets for those interested:

Date: Saturday, April 6, 2024
Time: 7:00 p.m. to 9:00 p.m.
Location: Place des arts, Studio Desjardins

The evening will include Q&A with Kim Fahner, a reading by the author, and a book signing.

For those who would like to attend via livestream, select the link here: https://boxcast.tv/…/heather-book-launch…

Early in the month, the moon was arcing in the southern sky. In a landscape of outcrops, she was hard to see. Earth and the moon dance around each other and later in the month, she appeared in the northeastern sky.

The month was busy. At work, I was moving toward the completion of another phase of the big project.

At home, it was mostly launch-related activities. Though I had a deadline to meet with Suzy, I decided that after that, I would focus mostly on the launch and maybe fit in some less demanding writing work on short fiction and poetry.

I had a three-day cold early on in the month, and then, later on, caught a bit of a doozy. Going on three weeks now … May have to go to the walk-in clinic so I’m not all stuffed up for the launch (!)

The month in writing

As I mentioned above, I had one deadline to meet with Suzy. It was a bit rough going because I’ve hit the point in the novel where I’m basically rewriting 90% of it. After my meeting, I took a break from Reality Bomb to focus on the launch of The Art of Floating and try to devote some time to short fiction and poetry.

On the 3rd, I was informed that The Art of Floating print run would arrive that week. That day, I also submitted a couple of pieces for future promotion of TAoF. When they come out, I’ll be sharing widely.

Kim was in touch to firm up a few details for our informal conversation on the 7th.

I met with Suzy on March 20th. Again, because I’m basically rewriting the last third of the novel, I wasn’t feeling confident. Fortunately, I was just being my own worst critic. The submission was not perfect, but it was in better shape than I feared.

I’m going to take a break to focus on my launch, book signing, readings, finishing up the short story that seems to have stalled, and get some more poetry written. I’m not going to abandon RB but will probably pick up revisions again after the launch.

I’ll resume work with Suzy for the final push on RB in May. At that point, I should be within spitting distance of the end and may be able to use one of my sessions to work on my query or synopsis.

I was notified on March 1st that I did not make the Your Personal Odyssey earlybird cut. As in past years, I’m still in the running for the main deadline, but I don’t hold out much hope. So many writers apply to YPO, the competition is always fierce.

On the 8th, I was notified that the short story I submitted back in January was not accepted for publication.

The League of Canadian Poets (LCP) declined my event funding application for the launch of TAoF on the 9th. Fortunately, I was approved for some reading series funding last year. I’m grateful for every bit of support I get.

On Sunday, March 24th, my unboxing video and a 90-second poetry reading for The Little Boathouse went live.

I attended an SF Canada board meeting on the 26th.

And the Canada Council for the Arts held their annual public meeting on the 27th.

I was also invited out to the Sudbury Writers’ Guild meeting to share my path to publication and some tips on marketing and promotion.

Filling the well

Daylight saving time meme.

The new Ash moon in Pisces was on the 10th. Observed with a guided meditation. Daylight saving also arrived on the 10th. In honour of the occasion, I will share my favourite meme.

The spring equinox was on the 19th. A little early this year, but it felt apropos given the exceptionally warm winter we’ve had. As usual, I sparked up ye olde altar, and Alina Alive produced a guided meditation specifically for the equinox.

The full moon (of the crusted snow) in Libra was on the 25th. Overcast, as usual. No guided meditation this time.

I signed up for a Tiffany Yates Martin webinar on “Secrets, Twists, and Reveals” through Jane Friedman on March 6th. I watched the replay. Always excellent.

On the same night was the Women in Motion poetry reading and open mic, organized by the League of Canadian Poets (LCP). Powerful and painful.

On the 8th, Authors Publish offered one of their free webinars, “Fun and Effective Book Promotion,” with Nev March. Again, I watched the replay. A lot of good ideas.

I signed up for a Mary Robinette Kowal webinar, “Verbal and Non-verbal Dialogue,” on March 10th. I always learn one or two tasty tidbits with every one of Mary Robinette’s webinars.

Premee Mohamed shared on Bluesky that she would be delivering an online class on “Polishing Your Query Package” through the Edmonton Public Library (where she is Writer in Residence) on the 11th. Really good. I’m a fan.

The Free Expressions webinar “Rethinking Scene and Sequel” with Damon Suede was on the 21st.

I started intermediate Finnish classes on March 18th. It’s challenging, but I’m enjoying them.

Dori Zener held a webinar on “Autistic Girls and Women: Celebrating Strengths and Supporting Needs” on March 6th. Good information.

My next therapy appointment was on the 26th.

The Good Company support group met on the 27th. The topic for this month was autistic inertia and transitions.

I saw my doctor for a physical on the 4th. My bloodwork results were good and I’m doing well.

And I had a massage on the 13th. Rest and digest, for the win!

I took the week of the 18th to the 22nd off. It turned out to be a working holiday. I got a lot of launch-related work done (!)

What I’m watching and reading

Phil and I watch the first season of the live action Avatar: The Last Airbender (Netflix). We enjoyed it, but I share some of the criticisms floating around das interwebz. If Aang had run away, it would have explained his resulting anguish about being the avatar better. Kitara has all of the feisty written out of her. Aang doesn’t train with her, doesn’t even try to learn another bending style once in the whole season. The forest spirit got two seconds of screen time! That story was so lovely. Zuko could not have “almost” struck his father in the agni kai. His utter defeat drives his character arc in the first season. And don’t get me started on Bumi.

Like I said, we enjoyed it for what it was. It could have been better without being an exact duplicate of the animated series.

I know I’m late to the party, but I finished watching Little Fires Everywhere (Amazon). An awesome gut punch of a limited series, superbly acted, and thought-provoking. Another book for the TBR pile 🙂

I watched Poor Things (Disney +) when it came out on streaming. I was blown away. Loved. A fantastic tale about a woman becoming her truest self. Yes, there is a lot of sex, but as Bella Baxter is the protagonist, everything is from her point of view, and her sexual awakening is innocent and joyful. Again, LOVED!

Then, I watched American Fiction (Amazon). A Black writer of literary fiction is struggling to find a home for his latest work and indignant that other black writers, whom he sees as pandering to the white stereotypes of the Black experience (read trauma porn) gets into a financial bind when he’s suspended from his university teaching job, his mother is discovered to have dementia, and his sister, the family caretaker, dies of a heart attack. In a fit of pique, he pens his own sensationalist Black narrative and, as a joke, asks his agent to shop it around. When the novel becomes a hot property and the movie rights sell, the author must play along, because he needs the money to give his mother the support she needs. A sharp-edged satire. Very good.

Next, I finished the first season of The Power (Amazon), based on Naomi Alderman’s novel. TL;DR: women begin to develop electrical power and use it to turn the tables on the patriarchy.

I finished the novel a few months ago and while I enjoyed it, I wasn’t satisfied with the denouement, which projected the events of the novel into a future in which women simply flipped inequality for a society of institutionalized misandry. The series takes the events of the novel almost to the climax. Mayor Cleary-Lopez has thrown her hat into the senatorial race and attacks her opponent on stage. Tatianna has murdered her abusive husband and eliminated his army by sending them to root out her sister, who has amassed an army of women. Tunde witnesses the devastation of the conflict and is undone. Roxy has found her way to Eve. Urbandox is trying to reassert the rights of men. I don’t know that there’s enough story left to fill an entire second season, but apparently, it’s been greenlit.

Finally, I finished watching the first season of Silo (Apple +). LOVED! Rebecca Ferguson is fabulous. The whole cast is amazing. Apple + is really producing some of the best SF adaptations around these days. I’ll say no more. Watch this show.

My first audiobook of March was Adrian Tchaikovsky’s The Expert System’s Brother. Except for the title, the novel doesn’t come across as science fiction. At first. It soon becomes apparent that the “ghosts” that inhabit specific villagers are, in fact, expert systems (what everyone wants to call AI these days). The story is set many generations after the initial settlers of a colony planet made specific modifications to their bodies to both accept cohabitating expert systems into their minds and to mitigate the harmful effects of the planet’s biome. That’s all just backstory and setting, though. Hendry is accidentally “severed” from his community (i.e., he is de-modified), and must make his way, alone, in a world that wants to kill him.

Then, I finished Chance Encounters with Wild Animals by Monica Kidd. This collection is a poetic travelogue. It subverts the reader’s expectations, interweaving wanderings and ponderings with concise and revelatory reflections. Kidd’s sketches are composed of lush words. As Kidd explores the world and its denizens, we are most reminded that the wild animals we often encounter by chance are human.

I read Travis Baldree’s lovely Legends & Lattes. Viv’s aches and pains after years of adventuring lead her to seek out a legendary item and a new life in a small town. While she gathers friends and allies, antagonistic forces loom. Fabulous. Loved.

Next, I read I know something you don’t know by Amy LeBlanc. In this collection of poetry, LeBlanc interprets folklore and myth through her body and experience.

I’m again dipping into classic SFF through Audible’s Plus Catalogue. Titles are periodically added and removed, and I try to get through them before they’re no longer accessible.

The first of these was C.S. Lewis’s Perelandra, the second in his Space Trilogy. Dr. Ransom is recruited to travel to Perelandra (Venus), where he encounters that world’s Eve, whom he calls The Lady.  Before long, Ransom’s old antagonist, Weston, who abducted him to Malacandra (Mars) with the aim of sacrificing him to the inhabitants of that planet, arrives. But all is not what it seems.

It’s not a bad book, but because of the framing narrative, in which Lewis himself is asked to record Ransom’s story, it is almost entirely narration, and, toward the end, the main topic of the book is religion. Not my favourite topic. Perelandra is a product of its time and of its author, who was deeply interested in religious thought at the time.

I finished reading Lunar Tides by Shannon Webb-Campbell. This poetry collection is written from a mixed Mi’kmaq and settler perspective and framed by the eight phases of the lunar cycle. Originating in the poet’s grief after her mother’s death, this collection is not only a journey to find her mother “in the little space of sky that sleeps next to the moon,” but is also an exploration of colonial legacies, family, and Indigenous resurgence.

Next in poetry, was Beth Kope’s Atlas of Roots, in which the poet tries to decipher her life as an adoptee. She iterates pasts, presents, and futures, some real, some imagined, and determines how to live when so much is redacted or inaccessible.

Then, I finished reading Sotto Voce by Maureen Hynes. The poet explores injustices great and small, from impersonal genocide to a more intimate death. Inspired by the natural world, the poet is disquieted, finds her voice, and then learns to listen.

I read Nnedi Okorafor’s Like Thunder, the second in her Desert Magician Duology. This book focuses on Dikéogu, the storm bringer’s, story. In a world both saved and decimated by the Change, Dikéogu tries to learn how to control his powers, is separated from his mentor, and tries to find his way back to Ejii. Very dark, but very good.

Next, I listened to the Audible Original of John Wyndham’s The Midwich Cuckoos. During the “Day Out,” the entire village of Midwich is rendered unconscious. Following the strange occurrence, it soon becomes apparent that every fertile woman in Midwich is pregnant. The narrator of the story is a Midwich resident who was, fortunately, out of town on the “Day Out,” and reports on the events following for a friend in MI. The novel gets its name from the practice of cuckoos to lay their eggs in the nests of other birds, forcing them to incubate and feed the young cuckoos, even to the detriment of their chicks.

I read The Chrysalids last year and, though I read it in high school, I’m rereading The Day of the Triffids. I guess I’m on a Wyndham streak 🙂 All of Wyndham’s books are a little different. The Chrysalids was set in a post-apocalyptic world in which children who develop paranormal abilities are considered abominations by their religious extremist communities. The Midwich Cuckoos I’ve described above.

The Day of the Triffids is a bit different again. Triffids are a species of large, perambulatory plants that produce a “high grade oil” but are also carnivorous and have deadly stingers. When a comet blinds everyone who looks at it, the triffids suddenly have the advantage. The novel is about one of the fortunate survivors.

I don’t think that near-universal blindness would be as apocalyptic as Wyndham depicts it. I believe that humanity would be collectively more invested in making the world accessible and adapting to their new circumstances. But in the 1950s when the novel was written, disability was more catastrophic than it is today, if only because assistive technologies and accommodations didn’t exist as they do now.

My next audiobook was Samuel R. Delaney’s Nova. Though the Tarot and the Holy Grail feature prominently in the novel, Nova reminds me of … Moby Dick. Captain Lorq van Ray assembles a crew on a quest to extract illyrion, the most precious energy source in the universe, directly from a supernova. His nemesis is trying to figure out what his plan is and Even the structure is reminiscent of Melville. Introduce a character and their backstory, introduce another character and their backstory, introduce the main character with a huge backstory, and along the way exposit upon net fishers, history, music, writing—yup, there’s a budding author in there—the workings of the ship, Tarot, and the Holy Grail. He does some interesting things with language in there, too.

I finished Vanessa Shields’ Thimble. This poetry collection grew around the poet’s grandmother, her life and loves, and the poet’s visceral reactions as her beloved Nonna slowly disappeared and then died because of the ravages of dementia. It is a complex and gut-wrenching read. Having lost all my grandparents, I walked beside Shields as I read.

Finally, I listened to Falling in Love with Hominids, a collection of short fiction by Nalo Hopkinson. Entertaining and varied stories from the author’s career. Very good.

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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Thoughty Thursday: Things that made me go hmmmm on the interwebz, March 8-14, 2020

There’s enough information on the interwebz about covid-19. I don’t need to add to the deluge here. But I have assembled a nice batch of resources to get your mental corm popping.

Joe looks at daylight saving time and whether it’s still a good idea. It’s okay to be smart

Katie Weeman: time has no meaning at the North Pole. Scientific American

Maria Popova: how Kepler invented science fiction and defended his mother in a witchcraft trial while revolutionizing our understanding of the universe. Brain Pickings

Stephanie Vozza explains how to tap into your brain’s four attention states to get more done. Fast Company

Tom Lamont tells the incredible tale of Dominic Van Allen, the homeless man who built a life underground. The Guardian

Jessica Stewart announces that a 100-year-old illustrated herbal has been available online since 2017. My Modern Met

When the Sahara was green. PBS Eons

Research shows that Mangrove conservation will pay for itself in flood protection. Phys.org

Sarah Keartes shares super macro photos that reveal the magical world of the tiniest creatures of the sea. Yes. It’s old, but it’s just so dang beautiful! Earth Touch News

Greta Keenan shares a recording of fish singing a dawn chorus on reefs just like birds. New Scientist

The Mind Circle shares pictures of Japanese and Siberian dwarf flying squirrels because they’re the cutest animals on the planet (!)

Ze Frank offers some true facts on the freaky nudebranchs.

Thanks for visiting. I hope you found something to inspire your next creative project (or at least entertain you).

Until next time, be well, be kind, and stay strong. The world needs your stories.

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It’s a wrap!

There is so much more to the Surrey International Writers’ Conference (SiWC) than I wrote about.

Yes, there were a tonne (that’s metric, eh?) of sessions that I couldn’t get to, everything from self-publishing, to social media and platform maintenance, from screenwriting to non-fiction sessions, and marketing sessions.

And yes, I may have mentioned things like the blue pencil and pitch sessions with the agents. Those keen on these could sign up for multiple sessions.

There was a professional photographer there to take head shots as well.

Where would I fit it all in?

But I didn’t mention the Master classes that preceded the conference. They required an extra fee, but I hear they were well worth it.

I didn’t mention Michael Slade’s Theatre of the Macabre, in which Anne Perry, Jack Whyte, Diana Gabaldon, and KC Dyer did a dramatic reading of Edgar Allan Poe’s “The Tell-tale Heart,” replete with music and sound effects.

I didn’t mention the book fair, author signing, or writing group get-together.

I didn’t mention the excellent food served at the lunches and dinners.

I didn’t mention the annual tradition of Jack Whyte singing the Hippopotamus Song.

Really, this is a conference you need to put on your writer’s bucket list.

We’re all time travellers

Since British Columbia is three hours behind the Eastern Time zone, I thought I would experience jet lag. I did, but not until I returned.

While I was in Surrey, I typically stayed up late to check on social media and do a bit of transcription of the notes I’d taken during the day. Although I stayed up until about 11 pm (2 am, my time) I woke up every morning around 5 am. Again, I used the time to prepare for the day and get in a little transcription.

When I flew back, I did so by the “red-eye” flight. It departed Vancouver at 10:30 pm. I tried to sleep on the way back, but I should have spent some money on one of those neck cushions. I woke up every hour or so and attempted to ease the pain in my neck and find a more comfortable position to sleep in.

When I finally got home, after an early morning layover in Toronto, the connector to Sudbury, and a hectic shuttle ride back to town, it was about 10:30 in the morning.

Needless to say, I spent a good portion of that day in bed 😉

I thought about time zones and jet lag again the following weekend when Daylight Saving Time ended. I’ve described the time change as self-imposed jet-lag, and I’ve never agreed with the continued practice. While it’s not so bad in the fall, it’s murder in the spring when we lose an hour again.

Really, though we can’t leap forward or back, we’re all time travellers. We all travel through time as we wake, work, eat, and sleep our way through life.

It was a philosophical moment 😛

Thanks for following my reportage of the conference, and I will be getting back to my regularly scheduled ramblings forthwith.