Farewell, East West Cafe

Moving On

The East West Cafe in Sebastopol has been part of my life for 33 years, and it is closed. A new restaurant called The Lunch Box is moving into that Main Street space in the center of the block.

The cafe served Mediterranean food and California cuisine. It was where I got introduced to falafel. When possible, they used organic ingredients. I liked their salads, based usually on spring mix and filled with tomatoes and crunchy veggies–but mostly I liked their dressings, especially the oil-free orange basil.

Long ago, my Sunday routine for a while was this; go to the farmers market and load up my bag with veggies; walk across the street to Copperfields Used Books (I told you it was long ago) and buy a paperback mystery, SFF or interesting general fiction novel; stroll down the block to East-West and have a smoked salmon benedict brunch while I read the first few chapters.

East-West wasn’t really about the food for me, though. Located in nearly the exact center of the central block of Main Street, it was easy to find, and sometimes people with cars could even find parking. It was a gathering place. For me, it was the place I met people before we walked over to the Rialto to see a movie. Kathleen and I nearly always started or ended there when we ventured out on Art Trails. Even when I was by myself, the space felt like a center, a hub. The peach-colored walls with the slightly strange Egyptian-ish murals were familiar and comforting. I’d almost always meet at least one person I knew. I saw one favorite server and her kids every year at the Apple Blossom Parade. I met another server, Karinna, in Ragle Park first, then she waited on me and told me about her thesis on women apothecaries. The place rotated local artwork to give emerging artists a place to be seen. I’d see one of the owners around town, and we’d smile and say Hi.

The pandemic didn’t do the place any favors, and I think the decision to close was helped along by the past two years. As far as I know the Santa Rosa cafe (which I think they own) is still open. That’s not my cafe though.

Once again the landscape changes. I’ve changed too, of course, found new meeting places and hangouts–or I will. For now, I say good-bye to a big, social part of my life. I’ll miss you, East-West.










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Why I Like Content Warnings

What are content warnings or trigger warnings? They are statements made at the front of a work of prose or a poem, stating topics or language that might be employed in the work. This is to offer readers a choice. Topics can be wide-ranging; sexual violence, sexual exploitation of children, physical violence, torture, misogyny, racist or sexist language and suicide are topics I’ve seen given content warnings.

Content warnings and trigger warnings have been painted as an extreme reaction, a silly (or dangerous) over-engineering designed to protect a few “special snowflakes” who can’t take the heat and should stay out of the kitchen. For me, content warnings grew directly out of the internet. (The one “content warning” no one seems to complain about—NSFW, or Not Safe For Work, on various images or videos, is a warning that has probably saved people’s jobs.)

The first place I saw fiction content warnings wasn’t from the publishing world—it was from reader reviews on Amazon and Goodreads. Here’s the first “content warning” I remember ever seeing:

“CANCER BOOK! Why didn’t anyone tell me this was a CANCER BOOK! I never would have started it.” (Reader review on Amazon.)

Here’s another, from Goodreads, a long time ago: “Don’t read this THE DOG DIES!!!”

Although these come from readers, not writers or publishers, these are clearly content warnings, and angry ones. These commenters are not happy readers.

In almost every one I saw, the capital letters and exclamation points were followed by some version of “I hated this book.” It doesn’t seem like the reviewer is saying the book was badly written. They hated it because it was a “cancer book” and they hadn’t known that. They felt blindsided and betrayed by the book. And maybe, if they were engaged at the start, they even felt hurt.

Someone living with cancer, or who lost a loved one(s) or a friend(s) to cancer might not want to dive into a book where characters die of cancer. Or at least, they may not want to right now.

A content warning gives a potential reader a heads-up and lets them make a choice.

As a reader, I consider content warnings in the same category as the back-jacket copy and the blurbs. This is story-adjacent information –perimeter information, so to speak– that helps me decide if I want to read it. Rarely will a content warning stop me from reading a book, but honestly, sometimes it will make me decide to delay reading it. That’s helpful consumer information.

As a writer, I want everyone to read and enjoy my books. (I know that’s not realistic but that’s what I want.) And notice the plural of “books” in that previous sentence. I want them to read and enjoy the one they’re holding. And I want them to read and enjoy the next one, and the one after that if there is one.

I don’t want to invite someone into my book and immediately slap them across the face. That’s not only rude, it’s bad business. If they feel betrayed and hurt by their first experience with my work, they’re not going to come back.

Might they feel that way anyway, for some other story-based reason? Absolutely, and I can’t control that. I fasten my seatbelt when I get into a car. I don’t think that’s going to improve the performance of drivers around me. I lock my house when I leave it with no expectation that property crime rates will immediately plunge. I do those things because they are prudent. They reduce risk. As a writer, including a content warning if one’s needed is reducing the risk of driving away readers.

If one of my books featured a character dying of cancer, would I start with a content warning about it? Hell, yes.

Comeuppance Served Cold has a content warning. The book has ethnic slurs which are historically accurate, and may hurt modern readers. I completely stand by my use of them in the book—I’m writing about an actual period in time. And I think letting people know that the book contains racist and misogynist language is wise. At my editor’s suggestion, I also included the phrase “ableist language,” because of things people say to and about the blind character Gabe.

Some people may shy away from the book after they read the warning. I understand. They might take a chance on another book of mine, though. They may be going through something right now that makes them feel they don’t want to take on active racism in an escapist book just yet. Maybe they’ll circle back to it in a few months.

If a publisher advertises that they don’t use/won’t allow content warnings, that’s content warning enough for me. If they won’t let me judge my own work at that level, what other editorial demands are they going to make? What other kinds of choices are they going to take away from me, the storyteller?

Anyway, that’s my opinion. I want to close with the best and most thoughtful content warning I’ve read so far, by T.J. Klune in his book Under the Whispering Door. The book deals with people after they die—which means it deals with how they died. Here’s his warning, offered as an author’s note:

“This story explores life and love as well as loss and grief.

“There are discussions of death in different forms—quiet, unexpected, and death by suicide.

“Please read with care.”



























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Wrestling Imposter Syndrome

Imposter syndrome ambushed me recently while I was trying to write an essay for CrimeReads. The syndrome had been dormant for a while, but it took that opportunity to slip up behind me, sink its fangs into my neck and inject its venom into my bloodstream, leaving me paralyzed, staring at a blank screen.

I couldn’t write anything.

I had my theme; heists. I have lots of opinions about heists. I watch heist movies and read heist books. I wrote a book with a heist in it (which was why I’d been asked to write the essay). None of that mattered. Self-doubt flooded into me, filling my head with unassailable arguments about my incompetence. I had nothing to say about heists. I wasn’t an expert. The people who read CrimeReads are experts. They’ve read every single heist novel ever, plus all the non-fiction heist books like The Great Train Robbery and they probably even know about ancient historical heists like the time a plucky band of Spartan robbers hijacked a Persian treasure ship or something. They would descend on me in a horde and savage my pathetic, tissue-thin opinions to bloody ribbons, and I would be exposed as a fraud who knew nothing. About anything.

I guess it never goes away completely.

It was ridiculous. The essay was about my opinions. I knew I could write an essay–except, in that moment, I couldn’t. I could not come up with an opening sentence. I had a list of fantasy heist novels I wanted to discuss. I knew them well, but I still had my copies by my computer so I could double-check my work. It didn’t help. I couldn’t find a way to open the piece. I was supposed to write about 1500 words. Usually, I have to shorten something of mine to that length. Now, I was marooned without water in a merciless desert, 1500 words long, no sign of help on any horizon.

Imposter syndrome tells you that you really don’t belong. I would guess, without thinking about it much, that it affects people from marginalized communities (and most women) more than it affects white males, but I don’t want to oversimplify, because patriarchy also sends messages of worthlessness to white men. It tells them if they aren’t at the top of the pyramid they are “betas” who don’t matter. Some white men must grapple with the feeling that they “don’t belong.”

“Fake it ’til you make it” is a popular expression that seems, paradoxically, to have its roots in imposter syndrome. Why yes, the expression seems to say, you are an imposter. You are faking it. And just keep faking it until you learn what you have to learn and succeed at what you have to do. Then you’re not an imposter anymore.

That’s a great technique. The syndrome itself makes it clear that “fake it ’til you make it” will never work for me. I will be exposed, ridiculed, and sent away. Forever.

I did what I usually do when I’m stuck on an opening sentence. I skipped it. I started with what was clearly at least a second paragraph and I pushed through, like rolling a great big rock up hill, through the word count. Eventually, at the end of that, I had an idea for an opening paragraph–which, I guess, could be seen as a a way of faking it until I could make it.

At least by then I had words on the screen, something I could work with, and finally ended up with a decent essay.

Am I cured of the syndrome? No. The freezing anxiety doesn’t respond to objective facts, or other people’s opinions (people who don’t know me like my book–that should indicate something). It attacks, not surprisingly, when things are going well or I’ve hit a high spot–like being excited about getting to write an essay for CrimeReads.

There is a mirror to imposter syndrome. It’s called the Dunning Kruger Effect, a cognitive bias. People exhibiting this tend to rate their own knowledge or competence in a given field as much higher than factual testing shows. You can probably think of people you’ve worked with who demonstrated this effect. Or some political figures. It must make life easier. On the other hand, to go back to the desert metaphor, I don’t want to be stranded in the desert with someone with Dunning Kruger Effect. (“I watched two episodes of Bear Grylls and I have a great sense of direction! Follow me and we’ll be drinking margaritas on the beach in an hour!”)

At the end of the day, I guess imposter syndrome is just something I will work through or around. It’s been with me a long time–it’s probably not going away any time soon.








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The Nevers, HBO

The first six episodes of HBO’s steampunk fantasy adventure story aired last year, with the second six of Season One scheduled tentatively for fall, 2022. Set at the turn of the 20th century, it’s about people in London who mysteriously develop powers after an event takes place–an event, it seems, that almost no one remembers.

The Nevers is saddled with a bad reputation it didn’t earn. Joss Whedon, the show’s creator, could no longer cover up his bad behavior and that all came out last year, shortly before this show premiered. Many people have publicly said they won’t watch it because he is associated with it.

I watched the first six episodes, and basically, I’m in. It’s not a perfect show but it’s got plenty to recommend it. It would be impossible to discuss it without drawing the obvious comparisons to X-Men and Marvel’s Inhumans, both of which it borrows from heavily. It also resembles Showtime’s Penny Dreadful, although the storyline is more coherent than PD was in its first season. I’m in it for the characters and the relationships, although I do want the “touched,” as the powered people are called, to kick butt and take names. (More about that, and Episode 3, in a minute.)

On a spring day in 1896, something appeared in the sky over London (a scene that reminded me of several Doctor Who episodes), and glowing dots of light fell from the sky, landing on some people. Moments later, the object disappeared in a dramatic manner, and everyone went on as if nothing had happened. Those who were touched by the glowing dots began exhibiting abilities. Most but not all are female, some but not all are young. This is not a story about super-powered girls or super-powered kids. This is a story about super-powered people and the forces arrayed against them. You know, the Usual Oppresssors.

Lavinia Bidlow (Olivia Willams), a wealthy aristocratic spinster, has created a charity for those who are “touched.” She hired touched widow Amalie True (Laura Donnelly) to manage it for her. Amalia sees the future. For a lower-middle-class widow who has clawed her way up to respectability, Amalia is also one hell of a fighter. Mrs. True’s second in command is Penance Adair (Ann Skelly), a brilliant inventor (whose “turn” or power is that she can see streams of energy). Other members of the household include Dr. Cousins, who can heal, Lucy, whose hands vibrate and who can break apart practically anything, Harriet, whose breath turns things to glass, and Primrose, who is ten feet tall. I guess her power is always being able to get something down from the top shelf. In Episode One, True and Penance rescue Myrtle from kidnappers. Myrtle’s power is languages–all the languages, all the time.

Other characters include Bonfire Annie, who controls fire, Kroos, a guy with a gun grafted to his arm (I think his blood turns into bullets or something, I didn’t really get it) and Odium, who can walk on water. Then there’s Frank Mundi (Ben Chaplin), a police detective. As his name clues us, Frank is mundane but that doesn’t mean he has no secrets. The decadent, aristocratic Lord Hugo Swan is charismatic and enigmatic… and probably not a good guy. He’s exploiting the touched, but he is just so… entertaining. And a liar, etc.

The forces of oppression include the usual collection of lords with, so far, our main antagonist being Lord Massen. His not-so-secret secret is that his daughter is among the touched. One revelation of an antagonist was played as a surprise, but it wasn’t so surprising. The American, Dr. Hague, is a whimsical monster who tortures the touched, so we know not to like him.

I loved the characters of Amalie, Penance and most of the women at Lady Bidlow’s shelter. They are well-done and interesting. Fire-wielding Annie and the gun guy are conventional steampunk characters, but Rochelle Neil’s performance of Annie adds style and warmth that makes up for the lack of characterization. Once I got over my momentary disappointment that Hugo Swan was an original character and not some version of Oscar Wilde, I enjoyed the beguiling performance by James Norton.

There is a steampunk motorcar and several “gewgaws” from Penance in the opener. I mentioned action. Episode Three has one of the best action sequences I’ve seen on television, as Amalia fights Odium in the air and underwater. I can’t explain it better than that. The stunts and the visuals… amazing.

Where the show falls flat in the early episodes is with serial killer Maladie, who is touched and also insane. Amy Manson plays the part. My problem is mostly with the direction. Maladie is played as a cross between every TV Victorian “madwoman” and Fairuza Balk’s character in the 1996 film The Craft, jittering and pirouetting around like a wind-up doll, spewing incomplete sentences, giggling diabolically. In a crucial scene where she’s confronting Amalia, I would swear she’s auditioning to play the Joker. Later, we see that some of this is a facade, but it’s too late. Please consider making 19th century “madwomen” more realistic and more interesting.

The powers themselves lack background. By Episode Six we understand what happened and where the glowing dots came from. How they work seems inconsistent. Primrose got really big. Is that a power? Later, another woman develops sheeps’ ears. Okay. Penance says she can see energy, but she acts, in the show, like a really good inventor… and we’d seen her being inventive before the Event. In a conversation with Myrtle’s parents, it seems that speaking in tongues (all the tongues) is a relatively recent occurrence. Did some powers take longer to mature than others? Is it like having a dormant virus in your system? Or what? These are nagging questions, and again, not that much different from the questions I always had about the X-Men and the Inhumans. At least with the Inhumans, plausible or not, there was a rationale.

Anyway, if I can find a way to see it without a subscription to HBO, I am up for the next six episodes. Can the touched make a difference? Will anybody get to be happy? I hope so.

Dr. Cousins is played by Zackary Momoh
Lucy is played by Elizabeth Berrington
Harriet is played by Kiran Sonia Sawar
Lord Massen is played by Pip Torrens






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It’s Launched!

Comeuppance Served Cold is available now! You can find (or order) it at new book stores, for $16.99, and on Amazon. It’s currently $4.99 on Kindle. (It’s an Editor’s Pick for Amazon.)

The Nerd Daily did a nice Q&A on launch day.

CrimeReads ran my essay on heist books today.

Copperfield’s in Sebastopol didn’t have the book out. I know because we walked down to check, but that gave us a chance to pick up a couple other books. I know Copperfield’s in Petaluma has it because they tweeted about it.

All in all, a gratifying and exciting day!


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Capsule Reviews

The past two weeks have been crazy, in a mixed but mostly not-good way. Finally (touching all the wood I can find) things are calming a little, or at least there’s a lull, and I found some time to read. I haven’t been able to just sit and read for a while, and it was a welcome luxury. Here were three books I managed to get through, and each one has something to recommend it.

The Quarter Storm, by Veronica G. Henry. This is the first in an Urban Fantasy series from Henry, whose historical fantasy Bacchanal wowed me earlier in the year. Set in New Orleans, The Quarter Storm follows a voodou mambo, Reina, as she struggles to make a living with her healing gift. When another mambo is accused of a terrible mutilation-murder in the French Quarter, Reina goes to the self-styled “priest king” of New Orleans for help. He refuses, as does Reina’s powerful mambo father. Even when Reina reluctantly reaches out her NOPD contact, her ex-boyfriend, she is rebuffed. In fact, all three men don’t just turn her down, they warn her off. Reina uses a combination of neighborhood connections and her magical abilities to suss out the true murderer. The book ends in a thrilling magical battle in a cemetery.

The first half of this story read slowly, and Reina, who is not a passive character, seems passive–largely because she’s getting stonewalled at every point. I liked the description of the magic and the voodou belief system, and I loved the secondary characters. The story’s setting in time confused me– Reina keeps mentioning hurricane Katrina as happening “ten years” ago, but by now it’s closer to twenty. Still, it’s an enjoyable introduction to the character, and I’ll be looking for the next book in the series.

Tripping Arcadia by Kit Mayquist. Mayquist’s debut is billed as a “gothic novel” and rightfully so. Lena, our first-person narrator, takes us on a journey into the dark twisted hearts of the Verdeau family, a group of Massachusetts tycoons whose family is built on secrets. All the necessary gothic tropes are here; a secretive, moldering mansion; beautiful young people bent on destruction, mysteries and secrets, lots of drugs and alcohol. There’s a bonus–herbs, herbal medicine and poisons take center stage. Plot issues interfered with my complete enjoyment of the book, and some key characters are under-developed, but Mayquist delivers on a mood.

Inheritors of Power, by Juliette Wade. This is the third book in Juliette Wade’s proposed five-book series, The Broken Trust. Right off the bat, let me say that you shouldn’t start this book if you haven’t read Mazes of Power and Transgressions of Power.

Inheritors of Power did not meet my expectations. It upended them, subverted them, and surpassed anything I was expecting. Wade’s overarching story takes place on a world where all human habitation is underground, in large cities. Society is stratified into rigid castes, with more and more power consolidated into one shrinking caste, the Grobal. In the first book, we saw, in terrifying detail, the cost (in lives) of the Grobal system. When they see the caste system, and all their systems, beginning to fail, the Grobal respond by doubling-down and intensifying control. The end of Mazes of Power saw a dangerous man brought to power, as Nekantor becomes the nation’s Eminence. Transgressions of Power showed us Nekantor’s brothers trying to avoid his corrupting influence (and his vengeance) while simultaneously trying to encourage small changes in this dangerously rigid society. The book ended on an optimistic note and left lots of mysteries and questions.

Inheritors of Power is like a giant magic trick, where we learn that nearly everything we believed is false or at least questionable. The discovery of a cache of documents and artifacts abruptly reveals how much true Varin history was erased, with consequences for everyone. The book utilizes multiple points of view to demonstrate the ripples moving through this world. That may sound a bit dry, but the relationships in this book make the story gripping. This book suddenly answers the question, “What does the ‘Broken Trust’ series mean?” and also asks a question: What does it mean to inherit power in this world?

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Golden Rifts, a Check-In

Just a check-in on the other writing project due out this spring. I am finishing up copy-edits for Book Three in the Copper Road series. Golden Rifts is scheduled for release May 19, 2022.

Golden Rifts wraps up the New Way war, as the humans in Trevian’s timeline race to stop the hive mind parasites from opening yet another portal and launching a wholesale invasion of his world. Erin has high hopes when the other guardian, Wing Mei, joins the fight. Erin is shocked to discover that Mei has a different view of the fight and the world. Expecting a comrade with the same goals and background, Erin instead wrestles with yet another point of view. Her choice becomes even more stark. Where does she belong?

Back in Trevian’s home town of White Bluffs, his sister Aideen and her lover Ilsanja fight parasites and patriarchy to keep the town, and their energy plant, safe and thriving.

I’m proud that I competently finished a multi-book series. I hope I created interesting characters and a complex but readable story. Then there are the inevitable “lessons learned,” which I will share in some later posts.




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Book News

Amazon included Comeuppance Served Cold in its March picks for “Best SFF of the Month!”

I’ll have a short essay about writing the book in John Scalzi’s Big Idea column on his blog Whatever, on Wednesday, March 23.

Upcoming is an essay in CrimeReads and one for Tor.com. I’ll update when I have those dates.

More later!




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Does It Need Magic to Be Fantasy?

Does it?

I don’t think so.

I love books about magic. A favorite of mine is the kind of story set in a world like ours, where magic exists, either integrated and accepted, or as part of a secret world or “secret history.” My second favorite kind of fantasy story is one set in a richly imagined, beautifully defined world other than this one, with well-developed characters having some sort of adventure, or at least a kerfuffle that needs smoothing. That second favorite doesn’t require magic.

All fiction is fantasy, in the sense that it’s made-up. I know, that’s playing with words, because there’s this category called “realist fiction” that came to prominence in the 18th century. Historically, though, when we look back at works of fiction that are centuries old or older, what do we find? We find quests for magic plants that bring people back to life; we find dragons and monsters [Waves to Grendel and Grendel’s mom.] We find mysterious lands with strange creatures. Check out the Arthurian story cycle and count up how many wizards, witches or magical people show up. Fantasy was the norm. “Realism” was a conscious, philosophical break with the convention, planting the flag for the everyday person. Or, excuse me, in English-language literature, the “common man.”

“Fantasy” is now generally used as genre category for stories with magic. In the fantasy field, however, there are writers who want to explore and experiment with aspects of society. They want to fiddle with economic and religious systems, and concept of identity and family, but they don’t want to have to navigate around decades of actual history to do it. And there are editors who want to publish these experiments.

Certainly “alternate history” is one way to do this. Thank goodness for quantum physics so all we fantasy writers have a excuse for “it’s an alternate reality!” The challenge here is to keep it from becoming portal fantasy, unless portal fantasy is truly what you want to write. For the group of writers I’m imagining, portal fantasy is not their interest. Alternate history requires a lot of research and thought given to what else would change in a world almost like ours, where a certain historical event happened differently. For portal fantasists, that takes time and energy away from the important part of the story.

I’ve read several books and series with magic, where it was subordinate to other aspects of the plot, and several where there is functionally no magic at all. Rosemary Kirstein’s Steerswoman series falls into the first category. There is a system in place that works much like magic, even though its true aspect is revealed to the reader early in the series. While there are wizards who manipulate that system, it doesn’t drive the plot of the books. Its source is an important part of the plot, so I can’t say this is a magic-free series.

Lara Elena Donnelly’s Amberlough Dossier series has, to my knowledge, zero magic. It is a detailed world, set in a time period that would be familiar to us, with countries and political jurisdictions we all almost recognize, and it charts the stories of several characters in shadowy circumstances.

[Disclaimer: Marta Randall is a longtime friend and mentor.] Marta Randall’s duology, Mapping Winter and The River South also gives us a richly imagined, vividly detailed world. This world is on the cusp of technological and societal change, and we follow two characters, a mother and daughter, years apart, each trying to live her life as these changes blossom. One of Randall’s original goals was to image a society where no particular religion assumed political prominence and there is no religious persecution. It keeps the spiritual aspect of people’s lives their own. Randall also imagined technology moving forward from different starting points, and evolving differently. They have something they consider a telegraph, but instead of being sound-driven, it’s a network of semaphore towers. The fixation of the various city-states is less about armed conquest and much more about trade. And there’s not a smidge of magic to be seen.

The Lady Trent books, by Marie Brennan, follow the adventures of a woman explorer and natural scientist, who studies the flying reptilian creatures who inhabit her world–dragons. Trent lives in a country that is technologically and socio-politically at about the level of Victorian England. The books are second-world fantasy for sure, but except for the dragons, which function like fully “normal” biological creatures, there is no magic that I remember. The series in quite popular and I’ve never heard or seen anyone complain about the dearth of magic.

Earlier writers who wanted to conduct fictional sociological experiments often turned to science fiction and space journeys to accomplish it. “See, we’ve colonized another planet, light years from Earth, and oh, no, we’ve lost contact, so I guess we can do what we want!” Usually, these books imagined a return to a feudal or dictatorial political system, or an evolved militaristic society. Economics, identity, societal roles didn’t change in any interesting way.

As the field has matured and we’ve all become more conversant with the concept of narrative, more writers are skipping the trappings of the generation ship or the “Faster Than Light Travel” hocus-pocus (because, hey! It’s just magic) and heading straight to world creation.

I’m sure role playing games assisted with this. Starting from classic fantasy, role-playing games evolved into their own worlds, with histories, political, religious and social factions less and less connected to some “real world” starting point. Creating a game is an act of imagination, and the crossover into written fiction, looking back, seems inevitable.

Randall once called Mapping Winter “an historical novel set in an imaginary world” and I like that description. (Yes, we can argue that any historical novel is by definition set in an imaginary world, and no, I’m not going to.)

Anyway, here is a new, wonderful different world, filled with interesting, complicated people. It has no magic. Welcome! And yes, it’s fantasy.











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Rejections

A good friend, a talented writer, has started sending out more stories this year. They always submitted their work; so far this year they are submitting more regularly. And as most of us who submit our fiction for publication know, they’re getting back rejections.

Rejections are hard. Hell, submitting work is hard. For a lot of us, Imposter Syndrome lies in ambush, ready to snap down like a giant steel mousetrap on our fingers just as we’re about the click Send. How dare we send out that mess of a story? What makes us think we can write? Why would anyone be interested in something so badly done, so trivial, so silly, so cliche? Doubt and anxiety make us question our story and worse, our worth as human beings. Intellectually, we know those last two are unrelated. Emotionally, when it comes to writing, one is wrapped around the other like a morning glory vine twined around a rose stalk.

In all modesty, I can say I’m an expert on rejections, because I have collected a lot of them, mostly for my short fiction. The main reason for this is because shorter lengths aren’t my strength, and I don’t write many short stories, so improvement doesn’t happen as quickly. Another reason is simply that most work gets rejected. It’s statistical.

It’s tempting to give magazine, anthology and book editors some kind of malevolent power, as if they are sadists, or gatekeepers who take unholy glee in rejecting our work. This, like a conspiracy theory, is an attempt to exert some measure of control over a process out of our control. I’ve met a few editors now, I’ve had some acceptances, and, as I said, I got a lot of rejections, and I don’t think the power-mad gatekeeper scenario fits. I think editors want to find, and accept, good stories. I think the reasons stories get rejected are myriad, and even sometimes out of the editor’s hands (an example, budget).

Some reasons for rejections are obvious to the writer and some are part of the editing/publishing process that we writers aren’t usually aware of. Let’s look at a few different reasons.

The story isn’t ready yet. You wrote it. You revised it. You workshopped it and revised it again. You gave it to a couple of trusted readers, and you revised it again. You polished it and you sent it off, to get a rejection. Maybe more than one. Take a look at the story again. Some time has passed now; you yourself will read it differently. Probably, you’ll see one or two places where links can be strengthened, a description can be clarified, or a motivation made stronger. Revise it again. (Note, don’t revise it every time. There are other reasons for rejections.)

Here’s a trick; pretend you’re the editor for the magazine, and read it as them. See if you as an editor think it works.

Don’t send it back to the magazine that rejected it unless they specifically asked for a rewrite.

Similar stories are already in the pipeline. You wrote an emotionally honest, touching, and graceful story about a person returning to the home of an ailing parent to care for them, and work out their difficult relationship. It’s a beautiful story. What you don’t know is that the editor, who is wiping away a tear as they read yours, has already accepted two other adult-child-comes-home-to-ailing-parent stories. Or, your witty present-tense story would be the fourth one in an anthology, and that’s not the rhythm or style the editor wants to emphasize. You never know what you’re competing with. If there’s a personal comment like, “Beautifully written but not for us,” take that at face value. (Especially the “beautifully written” part.) Send the story on.

It’s really just not for them. Years and years ago I sent one of my short stories to a magazine that wanted stories of magic that “painted outside the lines.” My story had a protagonist who challenged societal norms and prevailed. I thought she was painting outside the lines. I got a nice rejection: “We enjoyed this but it’s not for us.” When the magazine came out online I looked it up, to discover that 99% of the work was experimental. Like, the story is told from the point of view of a coffee cup, or something. (Okay, not really.) The “outside the lines” meant mostly they wanted experimental prose. My work is conventional, not experimental. Their rejection was perfectly accurate.

The editor doesn’t get it. Seriously. Editors are smart people, but even smart people don’t comprehend everything all the time. Maybe they just don’t understand what you’re doing with that nonlinear timeline. Or the emotional levels are so layered and subtle they’ve missed it. Or the narrative voice you’ve chosen jars them. They don’t get it. They’re not the place for that story–so move it on.

By the way, do not email them back explaining the story. It’s pointless. They don’t get it and they’re not going to get it.

This particular reaction must be a problem for BIPOC writers, who are trying to spotlight their cultures and their storytelling rhythms and elements. In this case, “not getting it” perpetuates the stranglehold of white storytellers on the marketplace. I am flummoxed about how to solve that, but it seems to me it falls to the editors to educate themselves so that they recognize that a story that doesn’t tap each and every dot in the Standard Western Story pattern is still a great story.

It’s not the editor, it’s the publisher.
The editor loves your story and brings it to the editorial meeting, sends it up the chain, whatever. Unbeknownst to you, however, something in the story doesn’t mesh with the publisher’s identity. It could be anything. Your story is neutral on a social issue that the publisher cares strongly about. The publisher’s funding source comes largely from a economic sector the story gave a critique of. A random character made fun of Starbuck’s. You don’t know and the editor might not know either. Or, again, budget. The upcoming issue now has funds for ten stories, not twelve, and yours comes back to you. Okay. Send it forward.

I want to end with a few do’s and don’ts. First, the dont’s.

Don’t write back to the editor. I don’t think there’s even a need to send a “thank you” email to the editor. Electronic submissions threw open the floodgates for writers by making submitting work cheap and convenient. Editors are flooded. Even with slush pile readers, work gets sent up the chain to the editor, and they’re still swamped.

But really, really, really don’t write back to the editor if you are hurt or mad. The editor didn’t get the story, couldn’t use the story, or didn’t like the story. Fine. You are not going to persuade them otherwise. Don’t explain to them about how they are crushing your creative spirit. First of all, they’re not doing that. You are.

Editors read hundreds of stories. It’s possible–even probable–that they don’t necessarily remember yours right now. In fact, if a slush reader rejected yours with a one-paragraph synopsis of why, the editor sending the rejection may not have read it. I guarantee you they’ll remember you if you send an angry email. They will remember you as someone unprofessional, someone they probably don’t want to work with.

Don’t trash them on Twitter or social media. For the same reasons as the “Don’t” above, don’t take to social media to tell everyone about how mean the editor was. You know who’s on Twitter? Lots of editors, lots of future editors (writers who may get tapped to guest-edit or put together an anthology), and lots of agents. Even if you use restraint and don’t name the editor, those people will see you on Twitter being a person who’s hard to work with. It’s a small community.

Don’t quit. It’s one story, one editor, one magazine or book publisher. Do not “self-reject.” Email, call, or Zoom your writing friends and kvetch about how frustrating it is to get rejected. We’ll commiserate because we’ve been there. Go for a walk or cry if you need to. And then start your next story, because you’re good.

Things to do:

Evaluate. If you got a personal comment from the editor, evaluate it. I sent a story to C.C. Finlay of Fantasy and Science Fiction. I got a personalized rejection from him. “Interesting story,” he wrote, “but I couldn’t tell quite where I was in the beginning few paragraphs.” The story moves through time and space, but I took a look at his comment, and changed the beginning. Four months later I sold the story to an anthology. (Note that I didn’t sell it to him; he did not ask to see the story again.)

Read a sample of the publication before you submit. Your local library may have recent copies of print publications, or can acquire one through inter-library loans. Check out at least one issue if you can. Online publications often have a sample for free, or an archive you can browse. This is the best way to dodge the “it’s not for us” rejection. In fact, you may realize that they are not for you, and you wouldn’t be that happy having a story in their publication.

If possible, volunteer as a slush reader, or review stories in a workshop setting. Reading a lot of short stories with an editorial eye yourself is the fastest way to learn to improve your own work. About the seventeenth time you sigh and think to yourself, “This story doesn’t start until Page 3!” you might decide to take a look at your own work. Does the story kick into gear on page 3?

Listen to editors. If you attend conferences in person and/or online, seek out editors panels. They’ll share a lot.

Keep writing. Yes, this is the flip of Don’t Quit. Keep working, keep stretching, keep improving. You have wonderful stories to tell. Keep telling them, and keep sending them out into the world. They will–some if not all–find homes.












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