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more than all the courage I can muster up inside

New story out! “If the Weather Holds” appears in the Mar/Apr 2025 issue of Analog. For all the work we have ahead, we’ll need a big team…and just the reasonable people won’t do. Analog is available for order here.

Yes, I wrote this because the Indigo Girls left this title lying on the table when they called their song “The Wood Song.” The ways of creativity are mysterious and here we are.

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Oh we like sheep

New story out today in Diabolical Plots: The Year the Sheep God Shattered. You might think that the presence of divinity would make growing up easier, but….

In addition to being a story I wrote because I have big feelings about the godkids growing up (yes, another one, there are a lot of feelings to process here, they’ve been doing this for a minute now), this was one of the stories I write when I’m turning over the standard fantasy worldbuilding premises in my mind and going, “Okay, but….”

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2024: This Year in Writing

Honestly I’m so happy with the writing I’ve been doing this year.

Isn’t that a great thing to be able to say? And particularly isn’t that a great thing to be able to say in the face of a year that is otherwise a bit fraught? But for most of the year the work has been there for me, it’s been energizing rather than draining, it’s been stuff I’m really proud of, doing things that I really wanted to do. Picking up themes that I already loved and some that I haven’t addressed in fiction in quite these ways. Playing with form. Doing the thing. Hurrah for the work, when the rest of the world is on fire.

There are three poems, an essay, and eleven short fiction pieces to read here. I hope you enjoy them all, but honestly I hope you enjoy even one of them, that’s great, that’s all a lot of us get. I have several pieces in the publishing pipeline for next year (some of them quite early next year), and also some additional career stuff that’s good and weird. And that’s what we like around here, we like good and weird. We like being able to say, “really, wow, I…did not see that coming.” Stay tuned, you won’t see it coming, but it’s fun when it gets here. Until then, the 2024 list:

Lost on a World Tree (poem), Not One of Us Issue 77 (January 2024)

Islands of Stability, Lightspeed, March 2024

Mistletoe Theodicy (poem), Not One of Us Issue 78 (April 2024)

A Pilgrimage to the God of High Places, Beneath Ceaseless Skies (May 2024)

And the Dreams That You Dare to Dream, Lightspeed, May 2024

Conjured from the Rubble, Haven Spec, July 2024

Book Clubs With My Imaginary Friends (essay), Uncanny, Issue 59 (Jul/Aug 2024)

Panthalassa (poem), Analog, Jul/Aug 2024

Denebian Glamour’s What’s Hot and What’s Not for the Next Millennium, Nature Futures, August 2024

The Music Must Always Play, Clarkesworld, September 2024

The Wrong Time Travel Story, Uncanny, Issue 60 (Sep/Oct 2024)

Transits of Other Lands, Kaleidotrope, Autumn 2024 (October 2024)

Three Drops in the River, Beneath Ceaseless Skies, October 2024

On the Water Its Crystal Teeth, Uncanny, Issue 61 (Nov/Dec 2024)

Betsy Donnelly’s Forty-Third Chance, Nature Futures, December 2024

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Turtle child

New story out in Uncanny Magazine today! On the Water Its Crystal Teeth. This is a chosen family story that plays with fairy tale tropes about the childless old woman finding a fairy child, now that I am a childless old woman with fairy children. (By fairy tale standards. Don’t worry, you don’t have to reassure me that 46 is not genuinely old any more than you have to check in with whether I realize that my godchildren were not actually left for me by the Good Neighbors.)

My friend Caroline Yoachim did a lovely interview with me if you want to find out more about this story and other fun Marissa trivia.

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Enjoy the journey

New story out today! Transits of Other Lands appears in Kaleidotrope. I wrote this story because writing “I MISS THE MONTREAL METRO” a hundred times during lockdown seemed like a less interesting way to express this. But also: I still do miss the Montreal Metro, gosh I miss the Montreal Metro, and also I miss the T-Bana and the T and BART. Other people’s public transit is a magical thing.

In this story, literally so.