“Goodbye,” originally published last January, is not only available for the first time in six months as a physical book, but also available for the first time ever as an ebook! Order now, and share it with someone you love this Valentine’s Day.
Friday, January 29, 2016
Friday, January 22, 2016
Real Life Stuff
Well, first of all, I think I have one now.
So over the last week I've started a job at Barnes and Noble and moved into an apartment. And since I've been at my new job almost constantly since I moved, there are fragments of furniture everywhere, the cats probably think they've been abandoned, and I'm living out of a suitcase and off of ramen noodles and Goldfish.
Tomorrow I shop. And update my LinkedIn profile.
Also, I'm starting my final semester of college next week. And I'm writing my final big research paper, which is, of course, about folklore. Specifically transformation stories.
So the blogging will probably be even more haphazard than ever, given my recent acquisition of a life, but expect lots of rambling about beasts and mermaids and snake people. And Oz. I think I'm going to have a lot to say about Oz in the near future, for reasons I'll get into another time. And brace yourselves for that, because once I get started on Oz, it's hard to get me stopped.
In the meantime, this is your weekly reminder that I write books.
So over the last week I've started a job at Barnes and Noble and moved into an apartment. And since I've been at my new job almost constantly since I moved, there are fragments of furniture everywhere, the cats probably think they've been abandoned, and I'm living out of a suitcase and off of ramen noodles and Goldfish.
Tomorrow I shop. And update my LinkedIn profile.
Also, I'm starting my final semester of college next week. And I'm writing my final big research paper, which is, of course, about folklore. Specifically transformation stories.
So the blogging will probably be even more haphazard than ever, given my recent acquisition of a life, but expect lots of rambling about beasts and mermaids and snake people. And Oz. I think I'm going to have a lot to say about Oz in the near future, for reasons I'll get into another time. And brace yourselves for that, because once I get started on Oz, it's hard to get me stopped.
In the meantime, this is your weekly reminder that I write books.
Monday, January 18, 2016
Book News
My first book, Goodbye and Other Words I Should Have Said, has been re-released. Hard copies available here, Kindle edition coming soon.
Fifty one poems on love and loss, and a gorgeous new matte cover, perfect for Valentine’s Day this year.
My second book, Avalanche, is also matte now, and can still be purchased on Amazon.
Fifty one poems on love and loss, and a gorgeous new matte cover, perfect for Valentine’s Day this year.
My second book, Avalanche, is also matte now, and can still be purchased on Amazon.
And as long as we’re here, let’s not forget Beast, the short story collection I worked on with author Iona Gale. Seven great fairy tale retellings you don’t want to miss, also available on Amazon. And keep an eye out for more news from Io; she’s been working on an exciting new project this winter.
Saturday, January 9, 2016
The Beard and the Bird
Can we talk about Bluebeard? I hate Bluebeard, okay? But you
know what I love? Fitcher’s Bird. So let’s look at the differences.
Bluebeard is French. Perrault. Fitcher’s Bird is German. The
Brothers Grimm. So let’s put away the idea that the Grimms are the most horrifically
sexist fairy tale people of all time, shall we? Historically, they’re a major
improvement.
You probably know the story of Bluebeard. Man with peculiar
facial hair marries girl, tells girl not to enter one particular room while
he’s out of town, gives her a key to said room, and leaves. Girl, full of
insatiable curiosity, enters room, finds corpses of all Man’s previous wives,
and in her shock, drops the key in their blood. She leaves the room quickly,
but the key has been stained, and try as she might, she cannot wash away the
blood. Man returns, inspects key, and prepares to kill another wife. She begs
for time to say her final prayers, and during this time her brothers arrive,
kill Bluebeard, and rescue her. The girl proceeds to live happily ever after,
but the two morals of the story, as provided by Perrault, are:
1. Curiosity will get you in trouble
2. Real life guys aren’t nearly as bad as
Bluebeard, so chill.
On, then, to Fitcher’s Bird. I’ve always pictured this bad
guy with a silver nose, but I might be mixing up my Bluebeard variants. Someone
has a silver nose. Anyway, we have a sorcerer.
He just straight up kidnaps his girls, and for some reason I find that
sort of comforting. If you’re gonna be evil, just own up to it, you know?
So he kidnaps a girl, brings her to his fancy house, goes on
a business trip and leaves her home alone with the forbidden key and an egg,
which she mustn’t let out of her sight. Why an egg? Beats me. Spoiler alert—it
never hatches.
Girl number one opens the murder closet, drops the egg,
stains it, and gets chopped up and added to the mix as soon as the sorcerer
gets home. He goes and kidnaps her sister. Same thing. And it’s down to the
youngest sister.
Now this girl, she’s got some brains on her. She leaves the
egg sitting safely on the kitchen counter when she goes exploring. Finds the
murder closet, doesn’t drop anything in the blood, and begins carefully putting
together the chopped up bodies of her sisters. And since this is a fairy tale,
they promptly come back to life. Of course, the fragmented bodies of a dozen
other girls get left behind, but hey, two resurrections in a single story?
You’re already getting more than your money’s worth.
Sisters get stashed up in the attic or something. Third girl
presents clean egg to the sorcerer. The test passed, he proposes to her
immediately. And boy is she ever wearing the pants in this relationship.
Yeah, she says, whatever. But while I plan the wedding you
gotta haul this huge basket of gold to my parents, ‘kay?
So she dumps the sisters in the basket, sprinkles some gold
on top for appearances, and sends the man off, with strict instructions not to
stop and rest, because she’ll be watching him from her window the whole time.
Dude gets tired. Sits for a minute. “And just what do you
think you’re doing?” asks a zombie sister. “I thought I told you not to stop.”
Surprised at how close his bride’s voice sounds, he gets up
and starts walking again. Meanwhile, she’s inviting all his friends over to
celebrate the engagement.
He stops to rest. “Slacking again?” says the zombie
sister. “My parents are waiting, dear.”
He hurries on. His bride fetches a skull from one of the
skeletons in his closet, dresses it for a wedding, and props it up in the
window.
“Hurry up,” her sister tells him in her voice. She coats
herself in honey. He drops the basket on her mother’s porch. She slices open
his feather bed and rolls in it. He walks home. She walks home.
Paths
collide—no problem. Why should he suspect anything, when his bride is right up
in the window there, smiling down at him. Crazy humanoid birds aren’t that
unusual, I suppose, where he comes from.
He enters the house. Bird girl’s friends and family, alerted
by her sisters, meet her out back, and they set the house on fire. Evil
sorcerer, evil sorcerer’s evil friends, all up in flames.
So here’s a girl who knows what she wants and finds a way to
get it. Sensible and determined. Sneaky. Persistent. Smart. She saves her
sisters, she saves herself, and she finds a way to bring down countless bad
guys. Not to mention all the gold the sorcerer carried home with the zombie
sisters. This family is set for life, just like in Bluebeard, but in this
version, the girl wasn’t stupid and careless and she didn’t have to rely on her
brothers to save her. They helped, sure, but she orchestrated the whole show.
Got the world wrapped around her little finger, that girl. She’ll go far. Just
as soon as she washes all those feathers off.