Returning
They only caught one rabbit; I captured a Bear!
This year has been all about Ben. Cry Murder! In a Small Voice, the first of my metaphysical noir stories set in Jacobean London, won a Shirley Jackson Award! What a thrill! The second, Exit, Pursued by a Bear, came out at that Readercon, with another gorgeous Kathleen Jennings cover. There was a fabulous celebration at Tosci's in its honor. And I'm working on a third, a game of chess between Titania and Oberon, played over John Donne. Three! Will I do it? I'm thinking of calling the series The Sirenaiad, in honor of the Mermaid Tavern.
My strange little story, "Down the Wall," was reprinted in Nina Allan's terrific anthology, The Mammoth Book of SF Stories by Women. In 2015, a Cloudish vignette, "Hieros Gamos," will appear in Rose Lemberg's An Alphabet of Embers, "an anthology of unclassifiables - lyrical, surreal, magical, experimental pieces that straddle the border between poetry and prose."
And this year, I travelled: to Paris! (I'll always have Paris), to Normandy, to Norfolk, to London for the Worldcon, and to Buckinghamshire. I saw The White Devil, and both parts of Henry IV (Anthony Sher was terrific as Falstaff) in Stratford; I saw Antony and Cleopatra at the Globe. And way back in January, I got to see the Globe's exhilarating Twelfth Night in New York, and nine Vermeers.
The bird flies out above the tranquil, busy, wintry landscape. Yonder is transcendent.
Where will I journey next?
Nine