“The Cadeaux Decision”

July 5, 2019

I am proud to announce that my short story “The Cadeaux Decision” appears in Issue 19 of Circle Show, out today. You can read it here (PDF, p. 21), but you can also buy a hard copy.
This is a spooky and personal story, and it made me laugh when I wrote it. The latter is the highest praise I have for my own writing.

January 31, 2019

I am sorry to have to announce that my novel, The Innsmouth Ladies’ Book of Household Management, will not be published by Kraken Press as announced. If you have pre-ordered a copy, please contact them.

In Key West for a literary seminar and workshop

January 12, 2018

Key West is a magical wonderland, and only a complete lack of the appropriate financial and social resources prevents me from moving here immediately. 


Before I learned that I would be coming to this seminar and workshop as a runner-up for an award, I was, as I mentioned, obsessed with cruise ships. It was a particular delight for me to walk down the street in a post-air-travel haze and run into a docked RCI ship, the Enchantment of the Seas. All of RCI’s ships are named Something-or-other of the Seas, which is how I recognized her. 

I walked as close to her as I could without a ticket, in the hopes that I would be able to feel the ship’s presence — feel the immensity, feel what it was like to be near a floating colony the size of a small town. But I wasn’t able to feel anything about her. She was the size of a city block, and no more awe-inspiring to be near than that. Maybe if I get on board a cruise ship myself someday, I’ll be able to sense it better.

It turns out that I had previously encountered the Enchantment of the Seas online, in a video of a less than enchanting incident where strong winds pushed her into another cruise ship, as passengers yelled and called across to each other. (Not much damage was done.)

Look, the little fiddly bits of the birds are hard

December 28, 2017

I am at my parents’ house over the holidays, where I always discover various regrets of the past, including the time I kept a diary in hieroglyphs.

When I was in the fifth grade, I got a journal for Christmas, The Unicorn Journal. It was really more of a picture book — it’s illustrated by Michael Hague. I was a little distrustful of it. How can you have a diary with no lock on it? But this journal was so prettily laid out that I couldn’t say no to it. I picked my favorite page and wrote in hieroglyphs, just to be sure:


IHAVCONCLUDIDTHATTHETUMBOFANKHESENPAATENCSISTSINAFOLSODITRMINDTHATIAMGOING

TUFINDITATSUMPOINTNRAITHRNFOTHR

When scraped clean, this says, “I have concluded that the tomb of Ankhesenpaaten exists in a false [?] room and that I am going to find it at some point or another.” This is not particularly considered likely, but it amuses me that people have still been trying to find Nefertiti in the exact same way.

The diary does not stop here, but it appears to largely dwell thereupon about how much I hate math and/or my teachers, and is less rewarding of careful decipherment.

The headline speaks of makeup; the photo is a scarab

December 19, 2017

At Jericho, a scarab; in a grave, a scarab; in the grave of a girl, a scarab; in the grave of a wealthy foreigner’s daughter, a scarab; in the grave with the girl’s maidservant, a scarab.

It is not a good world, this one. It was a worse world in the Bronze Age. Maybe the “adult female attendant” in this grave decided it was just as well if she lay down next to this little girl forever. But perhaps she did not; and for her, I think, there ought to be just a word in the headline.