Well, this year has not gone to plan. I don’t have nearly such a long and glorious list of publications as I did at this time last year. Part of me feels I owe some accounting for my “low” output or publication stats, though I am fairly confident no one reading this would demand such a thing.
This year has been unexpected in some not-so-great ways. There have been long stretches of time where I haven’t been able to write.
I’ve been dealing with chronic health/pain issues, and with the poor health of a beloved pet. I had my first bout with Autistic burnout this year, too, partly due to emotional stress; 0/10, do not recommend. Thankfully, we are both doing fairly well here at the end of December 2023, but a lot of time, energy, and mental space was diverted to get us through.
I placed two pieces this year: The Ring of Contradictions in Electric Spec, and Baba Yaga Goes North in Crow & Cross Keys! I’m very proud of both of these publications.
I finished and have two longer stories on sub—which seem to be tricky to place. (If you know of anyone who would be interested in a reflective gargoyle-come-to-life meets chronic-pain meets neurodivergence in an opera house piece, or a retelling of Hamlet with Ophelia as the main character, do reach out…) [UPDATE: These have both been placed! Never give up, just keep submitting compulsively and every day until you find someone who likes your stuff.]
I submitted my finished book, Blood Moon Rising (queer, feminist, cozy, menstrual magic, Handmaid’s–Tale-esque world, Jane–Eyre-style prose), to a few small presses. No progress was made there.
I’ve been working on some new novel-length stories. One (an urban fantasy story about a fae garage rock band) turned into a novel without me realizing it and needs quite a bit of TLC to tidy up. Another (a dark, Icelandic-fairy-tale-inspired gender-swapped Rapunzel retelling) popped back to life after two years of inactivity. I’ve also had some breakthroughs with the plot of the Blood Moon Rising sequel (it’s a planned duology, still in development), as well as a cool new idea (modern-day/futuristic sci-fi involving AI, religion, and fanaticism) that might be sprouting roots. That last idea came to me in the shower, so it’s probably a good one.
Perhaps most surprising to me is the chapbook of poems I wrote. These were born out of the rage of religious deconstruction and the late-in-life discovery of self that I’ve been processing for the last five-ish years. I have no idea if the poems are for anyone but me, but I love them and am viciously proud of them.
I have project goals for all of my WIPs, loose ones that I hope will be motivating without being punishing. My overall goal for 2024 is to focus more on the work of writing and the psycho-spiritual delving that work requires, to focus less on the fact that I don’t know if any of these books will ever see publication. Tricky. It’s also difficult to do while working full-time to support myself, and being an Autistic, chronically ill person.
All of this sounds heavy, because it is. Full of unexpected difficulty (and corresponding unexpected growth), 2023 has been a heavy year. I am not the only person for whom that rings true. Bad things happen. But sometimes good things happen. That is my assigned mantra for the new year.
So, here’s to 2024. To good things, to wins, to rest, to laughter, to making art, to ever-deepening authenticity, and to the friends, allies, and family to be made. May 2024 be the Year of Unexpected Good Things.

