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Two poems!

I have not one but two new poems out this week! Putting me up to double digits in the number of poems I’ve had published so far, whee.

The first is in Merganser Magazine: “Hallucination,” about AI, linguistics, and the wish for a better world.

The second, “Cutting the Cord” in Small Wonders, is probably the closest to straight-up science fiction I’ve ever written? It’s got aliens and a space elevator in it, anyway.

Both are free to read online, so enjoy!

It’s heeeeeeere!

Apparently I did not hallucinate a couple of weeks ago . . .

Marie Brennan (a white woman with glasses and long brown hair in a single braid) looking pensively at the trophy for the Hugo Award for Best Poem

(I opted for the shot where I’m looking pensive rather than trying to smile, because I am atrociously bad at smiling for the camera. There’s a reason my author photo features me looking like I’m about to stab somebody; it was preferable to any of the alternatives.)

So, yes: my award came!!! I could have opted to take it with me, but the logistics of getting it packed up — especially the fragile glass part — and handed over to me before I left on Sunday were complicated enough that it was simpler to just have them ship it to me. The downside, of course, was that I had to wait a whole WEEK AND A HALF to put my shiny new rocket on display!

. . . hilariously, a rejection for a packet of poems hit my inbox while I was reassembling this.

It’s going to live in my office for at least a while, so that I see it every time I come in. Eventually I think I’ll move it downstairs to our front room, where visitors to the house will see it, but for now — nope, it’s mine, my preciousssssss.

Hugo!!!!!

There once was a writer who wrote,
and wound up with an odd anecdote —
how it happened, who knows,
but she won a Hugo,
for being, of all things, a good poet!

. . . and with that atrociously bad limerick (I decided not to bother trying harder; it accurately reflects the state of my brain right now) [edit: ffs, even in this state, I reflexively went back and revised it to make it scan better], I announce that last night I won the Special Hugo Award for Best Poem! My acceptance speech should have thanked Fluevogs for making heels I could actually walk onstage in without falling over out of shock. I still feel like a newbie in poetry; I only started writing it about four and a half years ago — January 2021 — and so to have my fourth published poem ever earn this major of an award is still making me reel. I would have woken up this morning thinking it was a delusion were it not for all the congratulatory messages I’m getting from various directions, which at least assure me that it’s a mass delusion, if so.

As I said in my speech, I hope I’m the first person to win this award, not the only one. It’s a special award right now because each Worldcon can choose to create a temporary category of its own, but I’m one of the sponsors of the Speculative Poetry Initiative, which has cleared the first hurdle in passing a proposal to make this a permanent category in the awards. So it already feels historic to get the special award, but it’ll be even better if I can describe myself as the start of a longer line!

If you have not read the winning poem, “A War of Words” — or if you would like to read it again — you may do so for free at Strange Horizons! My heartfelt thanks to Romie Stott, the editor who acquired it, for making this possible.

New collection: The Atlas of Anywhere!

cover art for THE ATLAS OF ANYWHERE, showing a cool, misty river valley with waterfalls pouring down its slopes

Well over a decade ago, I first had the idea of reprinting my short fiction in little collections themed around subgenres. When I sat down to sort through my existing stories, I found they fell fairly neatly into six buckets, each at or approaching roughly the cumulative size of a novella: secondary-world fantasy, historical fantasy, contemporary fantasy, stories based on folktales and myths, stories based on folksongs, and stories set in the Nine Lands.

Five of those six collections have been published so far: Maps to Nowhere, Ars Historica, Down a Street That Wasn’t There, A Breviary of Fire, and The Nine Lands. The sixth is coming out in September, but it’s not surprising, given the balance of what I write, that secondary-world fantasy has lapped the rest of the pack — more than once, actually, since The Nine Lands is also of that type (just all in a single world), and also my Driftwood stories hived off to become their own book.

So yes: as the title and the cover design suggest, The Atlas of Anywhere is a follow-on to Maps to Nowhere! Being short fiction collections, they need not be read in publication order; although a few settings repeat (both of them have a Lady Trent story inside, for example), none of the stories are direct sequels that require you to have read what came before. At the moment it’s only out in ebook; that is for the completely shameless reason that replacing the cover for the print edition later on would cost me money, and I have my fingers crossed that in about two months it will say “Hugo Award-winning poem” rather than just “Hugo Award-nominated.” (“A War of Words” is reprinted in here: my first instance of putting poetry into one of these collections!) But you can get it from the publisher, Book View Cafe; from Apple Books; from Barnes & Noble; from Google Play; from Kobo; from Indigo; or, if you must, from Amazon in the UK or in the US (that last is an affiliate link, but I value sending readers to other retailers more than I do the tiny commission I get).

Now, to write more stories, so I can put out another collection later!

Poem! and BayCon!

It’s sad to see Worlds of Possibility winding up its run, but I’m honored to have a piece in the final issue: “Story Sits in Places,” a poem named in honor of Keith Basso’s classic (and fascinating) anthropological work, Wisdom Sits in Places. You can pick up the issue here, or subscribe to get access to all the past issues as well!

Also, BayCon is coming up fast! I have finally updated my damn Appearances page for the first time in . . . nevermind, the exact lag doesn’t matter. >_> But yes, Alyc and I, as M.A. Carrick, are among the Guests of Honor this year! We’ll have sample pattern decks to show off (we paid to expedite just a few of them via air mail, just for the con), and we’ll have a table in the dealers’ hall that may have some of the art for sale, and I’ll update here once we have our finalized schedule. But if you’re attending the con, definitely come say hi!

The not-lost art of eloquence

I think I’ve suddenly become an evangelist for figures of speech.

During a recent poetry challenge in the Codex Writers’ Group, someone recommended two books on the topic: The Elements of Eloquence: Secrets of the Perfect Turn of Phrase by Mark Forsyth, and Figures of Speech: 60 Ways to Turn a Phrase by Arthur Quinn. I found both delightfully readable, in their different stylistic ways, and also they convinced me of what Forsyth argues early on, which is that it’s a shame we’ve almost completely stopped teaching these things. We haven’t stopped using them; we’re just doing so more randomly, on instinct, without knowing what tools are in our hands.

What do I mean when I say “figures of speech”? The list is eighty-seven miles long, and even people who study this topic don’t always agree on which term applies where. But I like Quinn’s attempt at a general definition, which is simply “an intended deviation from ordinary usage.” A few types are commonly recognized, like alliteration or metaphor; a few others I recall cropping up in my English classes, like synecdoche (using part of a thing to refer to a whole: “get your ass over here” presumably summons the whole body, not just the posterior). One or two I actually learned in Latin class instead — that being a language that can go to town on chiasmus (mirrored structure) because it doesn’t rely on word order to make sense of a sentence. (“Ask not what your country can do for you, but what you can do for your country”: English can do it, too, just a bit more loosely.) Others were wholly new to me — but only in the sense that I didn’t know there was a name for that, not that I’d never heard it in action. Things like anadiplosis (repeating the end of one clause at the beginning of the next: “Fear leads to anger. Anger leads to hate. Hate leads to suffering.”) or anastrophe (placing an adjective after the noun it modifies: “the hero victorious” or “treason, pure and simple”)*.

*Before you comment to say I’m using any of these terms wrong, refer to the above comment about specialists disagreeing. That anastrophe might be hyperbaton instead, or maybe anastrophe refers to more than just that one type of rearranging, or or or. Whatever.

Quinn’s book is the older one (written in the early ’80s), and something like two-thirds of his examples are from Shakespeare or the Bible. On this front I have to applaud Forsyth more energetically, because he proves his point about how these things aren’t irrelevant to modern English by quoting examples from sources like Katy Perry or Sting. (The chorus of “Hot n Cold” demonstrates antithesis; the verses of “Every Breath You Take” are periodic sentences, i.e. they build tension by stringing you out for a long time before delivering the necessary grammatical closure.) And when you get down to it, a ton of what the internet has done to the English language actually falls into some of these categories; the intentionally wrong grammar of “I can haz cheeseburger” is enallage at work — not that most of us would call it that.

But Quinn delivers an excellent argument for why it’s worth taking some time to study these things. He doesn’t think there’s much value in memorizing a long list of technical terms or arguing over whether a certain line qualifies as an example — which, of course, is how this stuff often used to be taught, back when it was. Instead he says, “The figures have done their work when they have made richer the choices [the writer] perceives.” And that’s why I’ve kind of turned into an evangelist for this idea: as I read both books, I kept on recognizing what they were describing in my own writing, or in the memorable lines of others, and it heightened my awareness of how I can use these tools more deliberately. Both authors point out that sentiments which might seem commonplace if phrased directly acquire impact when phrased more artfully; “there’s no there there” is catchier than “Nothing ever happens there,” and “Bond. James Bond.” took a name Fleming selected to be as dull as possible and made it iconic. And it brought home to me why there’s a type of free verse I find completely uninteresting, because it uses none of these things: the author has a thought, says it, and is done, without any intended deviations from ordinary usage apart from some line breaks. At that point, the poem lives or dies entirely on the power of its idea, and most of the ones I bounce off aren’t saying anything particularly profound.

So, yeah. I’m kinda burbling about a new obsession here, and no doubt several of you are giving me a sideways look of “ummm, okay then.” But if you find this at all interesting, then I recommend both books as entertaining and accessible entry points to the wild jungle of two thousand years of people disagreeing over their terms.

poetry bonanza day!

Today has just brought a bunch of poetry news! I mean, one part of it was a form rejection for a packet of poems, but to take the sting out of that, another place bought two from me in one go, “Our Rewards” and “Hallucination”. I knew that could happen with poetry (since most markets want you to send them more than one poem at a time), but it’s the first time I’ve unlocked that achievement!

And on top of that, I have a poem out today! Eye to the Telescope has done a plant-themed issue, to which I contributed a poem about the World Tree, “Axis Mundi”. You can read the whole issue online there!

Hugos 2025!

I went for a hike this afternoon so I wouldn’t just spend the entire middle of the day haunting social media — but as some of you have now seen elseweb, I am once again a finalist for the Hugo Awards!

. . . in the category of Best Poem!

If your reaction to that news is “wait, you’re a finalist for Best Poem?” — no, you didn’t miss a category in previous years. Every Worldcon has the right to pick a Special Award; Seattle chose poetry. It’s possible this might become a regular thing in future years, as happened with Best Series, especially since the Nebulas have instituted that as a new category. But for now, it’s a Special Award.

If your reaction to that news is “wait, you’re a finalist for Best Poem?” — trust me, I was as surprised as you are! I only started writing poetry in 2021, and at the time of this posting, I have a whopping six such publications to my name; my nominated poem (“A War of Words”) was my fourth. So yeah, this is almost as new to me as it is to the Hugos, and I’m still a little croggled.

(And also amused that I have boomeranged from what is generally going to be the longest single category — Best Series — to what is generally going to be the shortest — Best Poem.)

I am in splendid company, and there’s something particularly cool about being part of this unique (or, dare we hope, inaugural?) cohort. I can’t wait to sit down and read all the finalist poems!

The 2024 Roundup

This looks like a slow year only because the couple of years before it were bonkers. Asterisks mark the things in each category that I’m the most proud of (unless there’s only one thing in the category, in which case, well, it wins by default).

    Collection

  • A Breviary of Fire (gathers up most of my folklore and mythology-based stories)

I need to write more short fiction again if I want to have much coming out in 2025 or 2026 . . .

Three poems make a pattern!

My third published poem is out today and free to read online: “To the Angels Alone,” in Augur Magazine. It’s kinda sorta a stealth Onyx Court poem? I wrote it for an anonymous contest in a writers’ group, so that precluded writing anything that would have directly linked it to the series, plus I don’t know if I would have done that in the first place — within the confined space of a poem, it might feel a little shoehorned in. But it’s about faeries and Mary, Queen of Scots, so it’s definitely in conversation with that series!

Stories and a sale!

Two stories of mine have come out recently, one while I was out of town, the other not long after I got back:

“In the Paradise of the Pure Land” is a little piece of folkloric flash, inspired by my yōkai research for L5R novels. But you won’t find well-known things like kitsune or tanuki here; instead it’s a tale about a very special karyōbinga . . .

And then at the opposite end of the short story length spectrum, we have the not-quite-novelette “Any Rose My Mother Raised, Any Lane My Father Knows.” I won’t say what exactly it’s based on, but I suspect some of you will tumble to it pretty darn fast.

As for the sale, I am delighted to say that I have sold a poem to Strange Horizons! It took many fewer attempts than with short fiction, even accounting for the fact that SH lets you submit up to six poems at a time. “A War of Words” is likely to be out fairly soon, September or maybe October; I can’t wait.

more poetry!

You’d be forgiven for thinking I title half my poems in Latin, given “Damnatio Memoriae” and now “Draco Urbis,” which I have just sold to Julia Rios at Worlds of Possibility. I swear, it isn’t true! Okay, yes, I do have two other unsold poems with Latin titles, but I’ve also got more than two dozen that aren’t of that type.

Anyway, this one was a long time coming — at least eighteen years, maybe more, since I don’t remember when I first came up with the idea; that’s just when I created the file that was my abortive attempt to write the concept as a short story before running aground on my lack of plot. And then I also wrote a version of this in a different poetic form, a tanka instead of the mirror cinquain version that’s the one I’ve sold. But I’m very pleased with the result, and I’m looking forward to seeing it published!

Last story of the year + my 2023 publications!

I think “A Tale of Two Tarōs” — out now in issue #14 of DreamForge Anvil — is going to be the last of my publications in 2023. So 1) it’s out now! Go take a look! Yes, it’s based on a very famous Japanese folktale!, and 2) this seems like a good time to look back at my publications in 2023.

Friends, there was a LOT.

For a whole slew of reasons. I actually wrote very little short fiction this year, but since I produced a ton of it in 2021 and 2022, this is the tail end of that flood. And then on the novel front, one of my them was originally drafted many years ago — having three books out this year doesn’t mean there was a year where I wrote three books. But still and all, it adds up to a very satisfying pile!

All links go to places where you can either read it online or purchase it (those latter are marked).

 

 

 

 

 

 

In addition to all of the above, I also republished all four novels of the Onyx Court series (Midnight Never Come, In Ashes Lie, A Star Shall Fall, and With Fate Conspire), and put out the sixth collection of the New Worlds Patreon. And ran a successful Kickstarter for the Rook and Rose pattern deck.

. . . yeah. On the one hand, I feel very pleased with all I accomplished this year, and on the other hand, no wonder I feel burned out. I hope 2024 is a good year for my writing, but I’ll kinda be okay if it isn’t quite this packed.

and now I know it

I feel vaguely like I’m typing in a foreign language when I say:

I sold my first poem today.

. . . yeah. That’s a thing that really just happened. To Fantasy Magazine, no less, which is a market I have yet to crack with my fiction. Contract is signed and everything, so it’s official.

I . . . what? How did this happen? When did I start writing poetry?

April 2021, sorta. I could point to a variety of poems I wrote before then: things for school, things for role-playing games, things for stories that for one reason or another needed to include poems. Even a very small number of things I wrote just because I wanted to. (Three. That small number is three.) But in April 2021 I looked at the list of short story ideas I keep, and my brain said “what if poem instead” to one of them, and I wrote a sonnet. Which my brain, arbitrarily and in defiance of actual historical evidence, has deemed My First Poem. And then in October of that year it coughed up another one, which just happens to be the one I sold to Fantasy this afternoon. (Funny: my first novel sold was my second one written, too.) And then it kept coughing and more poems kept coming out. This is apparently a thing I do now? And now it’s a thing somebody’s gonna pay me for?

I guess it is. I, like . . . have to figure out where to put poetry on my website now. Because I’ve written over twenty poems in the last two years, and presumably somebody’s gonna pay me for some of those, too, if I go on sending them around like I have been. Because this is a thing I do now.

This feels even weirder than when I started writing short fiction. (I was a natural novelist first.) I’m . . . a poet? Which manages to sound vastly more pretentious to me than saying “I’m a writer” ever did? And yet there have been two occasions in the past year or so where I found myself reflexively typing the phrase “other poets” in conversations online, as in, “poets other than me,” so I guess my subconscious is slowly easing its way into the swimming pool of this particular identity shift. At some point the water will presumably stop feeling peculiar. But we’re not quite there yet.

A question for the poets: line breaks

I’m very hit or miss when it comes to liking poetry, and I most frequently miss with free verse, because part of what draws me to poetry is the rhythmic effect of meter. But I’ve taken to copying out poems I like in a small notebook, and a couple of the recent ones have been free verse — and in writing them down (which forces me to pay finer-grained attention to the arrangement of the words), I found myself reflecting on one of the things I find most puzzling about the style:

How do the poets decide where to break their lines?

In a poem with meter, the answer to that question is set for you, and the challenge is to figure out how much of your idea you’re going to put into a given line and how you’ll make it fit. But with that element gone, you can end your line anywhere you choose. Sometimes I can see why the choice was made in a certain way; for example, two lines might be structured so that they echo one another, and the positioning of the break draws your attention to the similarity. But other times, it seems to be completely arbitrary.

And yet I’m sure there’s an aesthetic principle, or more than one, guiding the decision. So my question for the poets among you is: what are those principles? If you were critiquing a poem, what would make you say “it would be better if you moved this word down to the next line/joined these two lines together/broke this one apart”? What are you looking at, or for, when you give someone feedback like that, or choose the placement of the breaks in your own work?

I feel like, if I understood this, I might enjoy free verse more. Because things that register on me as arbitrary are rarely impressive, so seeing through to the underlying reason might increase my appreciation.