The Stars and the Cookie Jar

Well, I did. It was nothing very exciting back then. I was lonely and living in Alabama, which is enough to make anyone depressive, and I was working too hard (I have been professionally lazy since) and I didn't have my darthrami. I had sordid encounters with the she-demon that is my mother, and I had casual sex in exchange for air-conditioning. I was writing more, but I tend to think I write more when I'm in a terrible mood and only writing to stave off that sharp urge to eat people's blubber.

And that's that.

It's better now.

$8.00, and available soon from Project Pulp, Clarkesworld and Wildside Press.

This is the new stuff, people. If you want to see what my writing's like and can't quite afford the glorious hardcoverosity that is my novel, I hope you give this a try. I'm really, really fond of this story and it took two years to get into print. It's about gender and masks and love and the ancient world and a kithara in the downstairs closet. It's full of cookies for classicists and well-read gentles. And, well, I wrote it and I'm pleased and proud.

I'm also in good company: sovay and yuki_onna have chapbooks too! They're so pretty. And full of good fiction and poetry -- it's one of my favorite stories from Sonya, and all new shiny poetry from Catherynne M. Valente.

Somebody commented in a friend's journal saying very nice things about the way I played kassandraloxias, and I remembered I had written this. I guess... it's... Iliad fanfic. Many the classicist can beat me about the head for the errors in it; it was written for a plot thread in milliways_bar, but I like it all right. And it was kind of hidden away back there.



( Kassandra in Several Sharp Pieces )