I'm not sure there's an author out there who actually enjoys the self-promo part of writing. I always feel guilty, I wince, and it's out of reach of my confidence comfort zone. End result being awkwardness for everyone, which is so my zone, comfort or nay. So, while this is a promotion post, I'm going … Continue reading If You Liked…
Happy December! Today was the day my husband and I (and Max) put up the Christmas tree and decorated it. Now, if you've read Handmade Holidays, it's likely this blog post will not surprise you, but there's a story behind our tree. Well, not the tree itself, though there's a story behind that, too. Many … Continue reading Ornamental
Now that Of Echoes Born has been out a while—and I recently finished page proofs for Exit Plans for Teenage Freaks—I've been working on "Faux-Ho-Ho." "Faux-Ho-Ho" is a gay romance holiday novella with a "fake relationship" trope at the core, and it begins (and ends) in my fictional version of Ottawa's queer village (or, as … Continue reading The People in the Neighbourhood
Pride Month is here, and in the last five days I've already seen more than a few references to who Pride is or isn't for. A few of those references I can agree with (say, for example, agreeing that Pride is not for empowered organizations who carry guns and wear uniforms). But then the other … Continue reading #PrideMonth — What’s the Opposite of Queer?
Of Echoes Born will be available at the Bold Strokes Books website this Friday, June 1st. To say I'm excited about this collection would be a wee understatement, because—this will surprise no one who knows me—short fiction is my favourite. That doesn't mean I don't have space in my heart for other things. Both as … Continue reading Welcome to the Village
The dedication for Of Echoes Born is to all the editors I've ever worked with, especially in short fiction, and two people in specific: Becky Cochrane and Timothy J. Lambert. They're wonderful authors (and also one-half of a wonderful quartet of authors who write under the pseudonym Timothy James Beck), and they gave me my … Continue reading Ian