When it rains, it pours

It’s surreal to be sharing good news in the middle of a hurricane. I’m sitting in Georgia right now, where Irma is shedding rain and shaking down trees as she slowly unravels, and I have no idea whether my home in Miami is still standing. My family is safe, though, unlike so many others; what is lost can be rebuilt or replaced in time.

On to the good news, then: I have an agent! After months of querying and uncertainty and an incredibly tough final decision, I’ve signed with Quressa Robinson at Nelson Literary Agency. I’m extremely excited to work with her, nerd out with her, and ply her with wine so I can seal her up behind a wall of my books. Okay, not that last one. Well, the wine, yes, but not the Poe stuff–I’m too Hufflepuff for that nonsense.

I have so many people to thank for helping me get to this point: Jay, who is the best, FYI HTH; Matthew and Rick and my other TWB peeps for their endless support and beta reads and tear-absorbent shoulders and brioche; Jilly and the Brainery crew, who pushed me to turn a short story into a novel and then to fix what was broke; all my VP Twen-Tea (and beyond) comrades who critiqued my work and continue to encourage me every day (go Cheese Weasels!); my NaNoWriMo folks, who shut up and write with me on Sunday afternoons; my husband Eric, who I strive to deserve and who challenges me to be a funnier human; my mom, who steals my child so I can make time to write; and the rest of my friends and family, including my dad and stepmom and siblings, who buoy my confidence by being continually impressed by my accomplishments. If I’ve forgotten anyone, I blame pregnancy brain, which is absolutely real and which has caused me to lose common words and say things like “reach me that bowl” instead of actual English phrasing.

And now, back to watching weather-related news until my eyes bleed.

Back to the future, and also the past

You can now pre-order the anthology in which my short story, “A Brain, a Heart, a Home, the Nerve” appears, alongside many other awesome new and classic tales. Check out Time Travel Short Stories if you want a lovely hardcover book to casually leave out on a coffee table or adorn your bookshelf with supreme fanciness.

Buying what I’m selling

I am pleased to report that I’ve sold not one, but two things, to excellent places.

The first is a short story, to a time travel anthology by Flame Tree Publishing. You can read the announcement of the ToC on their site; stay tuned for information on where and how to buy a copy. Many thanks to my multiple beta readers, who helped me whip it, into shape, shape it up, get straight, okay I’ll stop with the Devo now.

The second is a poem, to the inimitable Uncanny Magazine. I’ll link the issue when it goes live. It’s about my grandparents, and the afilador who drives around town looking for knives to sharpen. If you’ve never heard the afilador’s whistle, it sounds like this.

50 Shades of PoC

It started with a rant, and a poll, and me griping about things on the internet (as I am sometimes wont to do) to people who also have gripes.

Then Silvia Moreno-Garcia asked me to be on a small panel to talk about some issues PoC writers face when writing and publishing.

The discussion is, I think, pretty great, in the way that getting things off your chest in the hopes that the world will improve is great, and not feeling alone in certain experiences is great, and reading smart thoughts from smart people is great.

Check it out, stay woke, or if you’re not woke then get a cafecito and a pastelito y no jodas tanto.

Let me explain.

No, there is too much. Let me sum up.

My story “A Diet of Worms” was published in the October issue of Nightmare Magazine, for their People of Colo(u)r Destroy Horror! special. Read it, fear it, send me all your gummy worms. There’s an associated interview, if you want a peek into the inner workings of my story mind and don’t get enough of that from Twitter ramblings.

Since it was published this year, the story is eligible for awards. I’m not sure which ones, precisely, but you could nominate it for some if you enjoyed it.

In other news, I had the enormous pleasure of attending Viable Paradise in October, which deserves a lengthy and glowing report that I will likely get to after NaNoWriMo has released me from its cruel tentacle-y grasp. I learned things, I wrote things, but more importantly, I made friends with some of the finest humans around.

In conclusion, this cat is snoring. Please do not wake him.