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Today's Moment of Art

"A Gorge in the Mountains (Kauterskill Clove)," by Sanford Robinson Gifford

Today's Wisdom from Middle Earth

“Courage is found in unlikely places.”

― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Return of the King

Crossroads of Darkover Author Interview: Marella Sands

Coming in May, an all-new Darkover anthology featuring tales of decisions, turning points,  love lost and found, all in the beloved world of the Bloody Sun. Stories by Jenna Rhodes, Pat MacEwen, Gabrielle Harbowy, Evey Brett, Rosemary and India Edghill, Diana L. Paxson, and more! Order yours today at: iBook, Kindle, Kobo, Nook. Table of Contents is here.


Deborah J. Ross: What are you working on today?
Marella Sands:  I should be working on the next chapter of a novel I am writing with fellow author Mark Sumner. However, I'm kind of stuck in a place where I've got one character in a concentration camp, and another just outside the gate, and somehow they have to communicate enough to manage a rescue without much in the way of resources or backup. Thus, it seems like a good time to answer author interview questions. It's also laundry day and that's currently sitting on the bed in a pile waiting for me. So, you know, priorities.

DJR: What was your first novel-writing attempt like?

MS: Awful. I had no idea how to write a novel or structure a long story, and writing is a lot of work, which I didn't quite realize at the time. So I'd write a little every now and then when it seemed like fun. Needless to say, I didn't get more than five or six chapters in. I tried again a few years later and the same thing happened. I had to join a writers group where others were producing book-length manuscripts before I started to figure out how to do it and had people to ask questions of (this was in the pre-internet, pre-email era).

DJR: What was your first successful novel-writing experience like?

MS: When I finally realized how much slogging was involved in getting out a book, I started writing every evening after work from about 6:30-9:00. It still took me months to get the first draft out, but at least I got to the end. And then I got the joy of realizing how much MORE slogging was involved in getting draft #2 ready. What sane person does this to themselves? Since I'm still doing it 30 years later, my sanity is clearly in question.

DJR: Is there a Darkover story that has eluded you so far?

MS: I want to write a story about the origin of the clouds in the Lake of Hali. At least, with "The Song of Star Girl," the characters visit the future location of the lake. But I still don't really know what story to pair up with that idea. I also like a line from "The Forbidden Tower" where someone says that, in the ancient days, the matrices were used to summon all kinds of monsters from other dimensions. I think a monster story could be exciting. Maybe some kind of wiggly tentacled semi-Lovecraftian thing could ooze out of the Lake of Hali after being called forth by a powerful matrix and an unscrupulous Keeper.

DJR: What's happening in your life that needs to be incorporated into a story or book?

MS: I'm currently the president of a cemetery board. I'm learning all kinds of things like how to lay out graves; how to follow all the state rules about trusts and money; how to find vendors to mow the grass, dig the graves, and pour the foundations for markers; plus plenty of other stuff. After learning all this, I definitely need to set a story in a cemetery. Maybe a book. Maybe the person running the cemetery isn't an ordinary person at all. Exactly who or what they are remains fuzzy, but that's okay, because I've got this character to get out of a death camp today. Plus I'm working on my Angels' Share series, which features a bartender caught up in a war between angel armies.

DJR: Was there a moment when you realized you were an actual author?

MS: I worked for a man who was going to write a book someday. He had the subject and title, and he liked to regale the people who came to his office about all the things he was going to put in this book. SInce I was working on books of my own, and knew people who supported themselves with their writing, I was supportive of my boss but never awed by his pronouncements. It wasn't until I saw a woman looking at him with literal wonderment that I realized that was all he wanted - the adulation of people who were impressed with someone who was going to be an author "someday." That's when the difference between just saying you're a writer and actually being a writer hit me. I saw my ex-boss' obit a while ago; I bet he passed without ever getting around to writing a word. But maybe, for him, that wasn't the point.



Marella Sands spends far too much of her time thinking about what needs to be in her
author bios. This time, she's pretty sure it involves rabbits, kabobs, palm trees, and campfires, but not necessarily in that order. Currently, she is: working on a novel of alternate history; producing novellas for her Angels' Share series; shopping around a novella-length Thai ghost story; and producing short stories. This is her fourth sale to the Darkover anthologies and she has also sold a story to Lace and Blade 4. For this particular tale, she was contemplating the Ballad of Hastur and Cassilda (which dates back to at least the Ages of Chaos) and thought that it must have had historical roots in actual Romeo and Juliet style tragedies deep in Darkover's past.

Superb New Single-Author Collections: Walton, Beagle, Yolen, Rowe

I’m delighted to see the single author collection returning as a literary form, for it’s immensely easier, not to mention more satisfying, to find if not all then surely the best of an author’s short fiction output all in one place. Here are four luminous examples:
Starlings, by Jo Walton
Jo Walton is not only an amazing novelist, but she is an accomplished poet. I’m always in awe of writers who can do both well. I settle into writing a novel with ease, but whenever I need a poem or song lyrics, it’s like pulling hen’s teeth for me to create anything serviceable. Yet poetry seems to flow from Walton with ease, if the poems she has posted on her LiveJournal are an example.  Starlings offers both, plus the script of a hilarious play, Three Shouts on a Hill.
One of the many things I loved about this collection was Walton’s comments on the process of writing short fiction (as opposed to longer-form novels). It’s been said that novels teach us what to put in a story and short stories teach us what to take out. Short stories are not truncated novels, at least not good ones, ones that work. They’re like tiny gems, focused and spare. In and out, nailing the ending. Not surprisingly, Walton’s short stories are as personal as her other work. Deceptively subtle, they evoke depths of connection and emotional impact.
This book would make a wonderful gift for someone you care for, someone who would love words like this:

Hades and Persephone
You bring the light clasped around you,
and although
I knew you’d bring it, knew it as I waited,
Knew as you’d come that you’d come cloaked in light
I had forgotten what light meant, and so
This longed for moment, so anticipated,
I stand still, dazzled by my own delight.

The Overneath, by Peter S. Beagle (Tachyon)
My children introduced me to the works of Peter S. Beagle through, of course, The Last Unicorn. I proceeded to delve into his other work (A Fine and Private Place, and so forth), and had the opportunity to “talk shop” with him on the lawn outside the reception at one World Fantasy Convention. Over the years, I’ve come across his wonderful short fiction, most notably a story in which the late, much missed Avram Davidson takes the author for a wild and woolly chase through alternate dimensions (the “overneath” of the title).
Over the decades, unicorns have populated Beagle’s stories. I reviewed his novella, In Calabria, here.The Overneath features a number of different traditional versions, including a dangerously nasty Persian beastie. The tales range from sweetly romantic to surreal to horrific (a spine-chilling aquarium), all expertly crafted with wonderful characters and powerful authorial voice. 


The Emerald Circus, by Jane Yolen (Tachyon)
I’m not sure what I can say by way of introduction to Jane Yolen, recipient of SFWA’s Damon Knight Memorial Grand Master Award, as well as uncounted other awards, that has not already been said. My children grew up on Sleeping Ugly, Owl Moon, and Commander Toad in Space, and I came of age as a writer with Sister Light, Sister Dark, Briar Rose, and The Devil’s Arithmetic.  
This current collection, the latest of many, showcases Yolen’s brilliant capacity for taking characters and situations, even worlds, and turning them literarily on their heads. Whether it’s Emily Dickinson sailing away on a starship made of light or Wendy organizing a labor strike in Neverland, or the real story of Disraeli and Queen Victoria, Yolen twists the old tales in innovative, delightful ways. I look forward to many more of her stories, short and long.


Telling the Map, by Christopher Row (Small Beer Press) 
This collection of loosely related short pieces follows the deterioration and transformation of society over time and environmental collapse. The farther from the present, the weirder and more wildly imaginative the technology and society. Most have been previously published, but the final one is original.
Although my favorite story was the first, “The Contrary Gardener,” as much about free will as agriculture, I loved this passage from “The Voluntary State,” which captures much of the sensibility of the collection:

But today, after his struggle up the trail from the each, he saw that his car had been attacked. The driver’s side window had been kicked in. 

Soma dropped his pack and rushed to his car’s side. The car shied away from him, backed to the limit of its tether before it recognized him and turned, let out a low, pitiful moan. 

“Oh, car,” said Soma, stroking the roof and opening the passenger door, “oh, car, you’re hurt.” Then Soma was rummaging through the emergency kit, tossing aside flares and bandages, finally, finally finding the glass salve.

Rowe’s beautifully crafted, emotionally literate stories are worthy of re-reading and savoring.

Today's Moment of Art

Gillermo Gomez Gil, 1862-1942

Today's Wisdom from J.R.R. Tolkien

“Fantasy is escapist, and that is its glory. If a soldier is imprisioned by the enemy, don't we consider it his duty to escape?. . .If we value the freedom of mind and soul, if we're partisans of liberty, then it's our plain duty to escape, and to take as many people with us as we can!”

-- J.R.R. Tolkien, On Fairy-Stories, 1939

Crossroads of Darkover Author Interview: Jane M. H. Bigelow

Coming in May, an all-new Darkover anthology featuring tales of decisions, turning points, love lost and found, all in the beloved world of the Bloody Sun. Stories by Jenna Rhodes, Pat MacEwen, Gabrielle Harbowy, Evey Brett, Rosemary and India Edghill, Diana L. Paxson, and more!

Order yours today at: iBook, Kindle, Kobo, Nook. 

Table of Contents is here.


Deborah J. Ross: What about Darkover drew you in?Jane M. H. Bigelow: The spaciousness of Darkover, and its variety, drew me in. There are multiple cultures (too often fictional worlds seem to be monocultural) and history that goes on for centuries. There are several intelligent species on the planet. After all these years, there are still unexplored corners of this world.
DJR: What do you see as the future of Darkover?JMHB: I think its future lies in exploring the variety of cultures and attitudes, both on Darkover and in the wider universe.

DJR: What book would you recommend for someone new to Darkover?JMHB: That would depend so much on the person! For a medieval history nut, something from Ages of Chaos or the Hundred Kingdoms; maybe Stormqueen. For someone interested more in cultural clash, one of the Hastur novels. 
DJR: What inspired your story in Crossroads of Darkover?JMHB: I wanted to tell more of the adventures of Duvin, my amiable though not clever tourist, and Ginevra, a young woman of minor Darkovan nobility. At the end of "Duvin's Grand Tour", they had just acknowledged their love for each other. Ginevra had accepted Duvin's proposal, and they'd won Ginevra's brother's extremely grudging acceptance of the idea. Well, he'd put away his sword.

So, I set out to answer a few questions, such as, "Where will they live? How will Duvin support them? How can he convince the Terran bureaucracy to let him stay on indefinitely? What will he say to his family, who have some control over his inheritance?" Many of these questions remain unanswered, because of the aunts. Oh, those aunts! Duvin and Ginevra each have at least one, both of the bossy variety. My husband suggested that I title the story, "A Plague of Aunts." Like so many stories, especially those I set on Darkover, it didn't go quite as I planned.
DJR: How do you balance writing in some else’s  world and being true to your own creative imagination?
JMHB: For me, writing Darkover stories is like writing historical fiction or alternate history. There’s a framework of accepted fact, but it certainly doesn’t cover everything. It gives the writer a starting point; the stories branch out from there. For example, I had a story published in Luxor: Gods, Grit and Glory, an anthology of Ancient Egyptian historical fiction. Several authors chose similar time periods, but they certainly didn’t do the same story. Darkovan history is also long, and varied. There’s plenty of room for writers to wander.

DJR: Is there another Darkover story you would particularly like to write?JMHB: The problem is choosing which one. Continue some of the characters I've already invented? I have plenty of questions left to explore. Branch out into a completely Darkovan environment, which would be a first for me? Maybe a Species Rights group will try to intervene on behalf of the kyrri. How would the kyrri react to that?DJR:  I’d love to read that one!
DJR: What have you written recently?JMHB: I've written a short story, "Controversial Knowledge", concerning a librarian in an alternate Renaissance world. She's trying to protect some controversial--and dangerous--volumes from the Prince, the would-be usurper, and the members of her own guild who think they should just destroy the volumes. It hasn't found a home yet.
DJR: What lies ahead for you? JMHB: I am absolutely determined to finish and publish The Body Under the Bed this year. I'm told I can't call it a mystery because we know who did the deed; we see it done. We just don't know if she'll get away with it, and if so, how. What started out as a light and witty romp in a world inspired by Versailles has become a good bit more layered and nuanced, not to mention acquiring a ghost.

Jane M. H. Bigelow had her first professional publication in Free Amazons of Darkover. Since then, she has published a fantasy novel, Talisman, as well as short stories and short nonfiction on such topics as gardening in Ancient Egypt. Her short story, "The Golden Ruse" appeared in Luxor: Gods, Grit and Glory. She is currently on a mystery set in 17th century France. Jane is a retired reference librarian, a job which encouraged her to go on being curious about everything and exposed her to a rich variety of people. She lives in Denver, CO with her husband and two spoiled cats.

Remembering Mary

My friend and fellow writer, Mary Rosenblum, died in a plane crash on Sunday, March 11. Like everyone else who knew her or knew of her, I was stunned by the news. She was so active, so intensely alive, that it’s still hard to wrap my mind around a world without her in it. She touched so many people’s lives, both personally and through her work. Everyone who knew her has Mary Stories. Here are a few of mine.
I met Mary near the beginning of our literary careers. Here’s her version of that encounter, from her introduction to Ink Dance: Essays on the Writing Life: 

Deborah Ross introduced herself to  me at the first Science Fiction conference I ever attended in Portland, way back in, hmmm, must have been 1989, right after I’d started selling my short stories and showing up in the reviews as a ‘hot new writer.’  The ‘new’ part was certainly true and I was so flattered when this established author introduced herself and had clearly heard of me.  We’ve been good friends ever since, through the ups and downs of our personal lives and our careers.

Mary and I used to joke that we were 2/3 of the Reed College Alumni Society of Science Fiction Writers, the other 1/3 being David Eddings. That’s changed over the years as more Reedies have ventured into the genre, but was worth a giggle or two.
This is one of my favorite pictures of Mary, taken around 1999. Often she appears solemn or sad, but she also had a great sense of humor. I love how happy and relaxed she looks.
I visited with Mary sporadically over the decades that followed, often using Orycon or my college reunions as an excuse to fly to Portland and see her, and also my best friend (more about that later).
On these visits, Mary and I cooked together, for some loose value of “messed about in the kitchen.” Mary made the most amazing sourdough biscuits, the kind that are all tangy and crusty and crowded together in a pan. When I asked her for the recipe, she said: Deborah, I’m almost embarrassed to give you the recipe for the sourdough biscuits. I warm some milk, add starter and flour until it’s the consistency of cake batter. Let it set overnight or all day. Mix 1 ½ tsp yeast and 1 T sugar into the starter and give it 15 minutes to dissolve. Mix 1 c. flour, 1 tsp baking powder, and 1 tsp salt, and dump into the sponge. Mix, and then knead in flour until the dough is solid enough to cut, but not too heavy. Cut into rounds and bake at 400 until done, about 20 minutes. Is this vague enough for you? I’m afraid I do bread stuff by feel, not by measure. If you pour boiling water into a pan in the oven before you put in the biscuits, you’ll get that crisp woodstove crust.
Now you too can enjoy Mary Biscuits, although ice cubes work even better than boiling water, as they do eventually boil at 400 degrees.
Another food-related memory is watching Mary make ricotta cheese from her goat milk. Whatever she did, whether it was farming or goat management or dog training or elk hunting or aviation, she approached it fearlessly and with enormous gusto. As a consequence, she was very good at many things.
Mary always had not one dog but several. When we’d talk dog training, she’d encourage me to “speak dog” rather than blindly follow any ideology. When I first met her, her English Mastiff, Shiloh, was one of them. (This was before Obadiah the Amazing Rottweiler, and Cricket and the other Aussies.) Shiloh was huge, around 160 lbs, but a total sweetie. She’d crawl into bed with me when I stayed over. Mary told me that once a buyer for one of the extra male goats (she raised dairy goats for many years, which means dairy goat kids, which means extra male baby goats), anyway this man came out to buy one and made Mary uncomfortable by coming too close and, as I remember the tale, pointing at her. Shiloh took exception to this behavior, growling and placing herself between the offending human and Mary. When the guy didn’t take the hint, Shiloh grabbed his wrist in her jaws, not bearing down but simply holding still. After what must have been a very long moment, Mary quietly asked Shiloh to release him. The man departed posthaste.
I loved watching Mary with her dogs. She was so calm and consistent, the focus of their eager attention. I happened to be visiting when she introduced Cricket, then still a very young dog, to sheep. Cricket took off after the sheep, genetics took over, and she immediately began rounding them up into a proper flock. Mary and I grinned at each other.  “Of course,” Mary said, “she’ll need some training.”
When my best friend was dying and in hospice, I came up to Canby for about 7 weeks to care for her and her family. Mary lived only a few miles away. The work was emotionally intense, and when I needed a day’s break, Mary welcomed me with her quiet, undemanding hospitality. My memories are blurry about what we did all day, although I expect a fair amount of it centered on dogs, cooking, and her enthusiasm for flying. Once – I think it had been in a previous visit, but might have been this one – she took me up in her plane. It was exhilarating to have so much space all around me, in all directions, but nothing compared to the moment when she told me to take over. Without any prior warning, mind you.
When I edited my first anthology, Mary was one of the authors I thought of first. Her work was deep, thoughtful, and often prescient. Her novel, The Drylands, portrayed a Pacific Northwest drought-stricken due to climate change – and it was published in 1993. So Mary wrote “Night Wind” for Lace and Blade, and it made the Nebula Final ballot that year. Both of us, author and baby editor, were majorly chuffed. One of the cool editorial things about the story (go read it for the other things) was that it was one of two Spanish highwayman stories I received; for the second volume, she send me a magical Chinese general story, and again it was one or two, but very different and completely Maryized. I felt honored she trusted me with her stories, and it was a wonderful experience to work together in this way.
After my friend died, I didn’t return to Portland for several years, and when I did attend Orycon again, I tried to connect with Mary, if only for a quiet chat in a corner. As I remember, she either didn’t attend the con or came only for a few hours when I was otherwise committed. I remember thinking it was a shame, but not a big deal as there would be a next time. Naturally I now regret not finding a way to see her, but she of all people knew the balance of life demands, privacy, and friendship. She was an extraordinary woman, a gifted writer, and a dear friend. If I close my eyes, I can see her smiling at me, and I expect I always will.

Short Book Reviews: An Extraordinary Ghost Story from Seanan McGuire

Sparrow Hill Road, by Seanan McGuire (DAW)
It’s been wonderful to watch Seanan McGuire mature as a writer. For someone so prolific, her work is consistently entertaining and more and more rises to the truly memorable. Her outstanding novella, Every Heart a Doorway, won multiple awards, including the Hugo and the Nebula. Her innovative, deeply moving ghost story, Sparrow Hill Road, is just as good, although in a different way. 
She begins the with legend of Rose Marshall, the Prom Date ghost, the Girl in the Diner, a hitch hiking spirit who is drawn to people soon to be involved in fatal accidents, and who sometimes manages to prevent their deaths. She’s no ordinary ghost but a psychopomp, who guides the spirits of those she cannot save to the next stage of their journeys. 
The story proceeds like a chambered nautilus, sometimes spiraling back on itself, jumping back and forth in time to weave together the threads of the story until we come to the crux of Rose’s ghosthood, how she died, and who killed her. Absorbing, wise, funny, and tragic, all in all a superbly executed ghostly tale.


The usual disclaimer: This review is in response to a complimentary review copy and contains nothing but my own demented opinions.

Crossroads of Darkover Author Interview: Shariann Lewitt

Coming in May, an all-new Darkover anthology featuring tales of decisions, turning points, love lost and found, all in the beloved world of the Bloody Sun. Stories by Jenna Rhodes, Pat MacEwen, Gabrielle Harbowy, Evey Brett, Rosemary and India Edghill, Diana L. Paxson, and more!

Order yours today at: iBook, Kindle, Kobo, Nook. 

Table of Contents is here.




Deborah J. Ross: How did you discover Darkover?
Shariann Lewitt: Hmm, I don’t actually remember. It’s all back somewhere in the haze of nerdy girlhood along with Pern and Witchworld and everything else I read while I dreamed of a life in space.

DJR: What about the world drew you in?

SL: Pretty much everything. But I think what made it very different from all the others—and that kept me with it even as I grew up—was that it felt very real to my own experiences as a nerdy girl who wanted to do something with her life, but had to fight for it. In other worlds, women either were magic users or victims of the patriarchy. On Darkover—a world with the extreme gender roles that my mother insisted were my lot—women who were willing to fight for their dreams could have them. Yes, many of them had laran, but others didn’t. That inspired me and gave me a lot of hope when I was young.

DJR: What do you see as the future of Darkover? How has its readership changed over the decades? What book would you recommend for someone new to Darkover?

SL: I think it says a lot about the world that, unlike many of the other series I grew up reading, Darkover is still vibrant and alive, with new stories and characters. I think it will continue to grow, to expand, and to explore more within the expanse that Marion left. To recommend to someone new to the world, well, that would depend a lot on the person. Some people would prefer a book on the Renunciates, or maybe Hawkmistress to start. Maybe for someone who is more Science Fiction oriented, I’d possibly choose The Heritage of Hastur because of the Terran/Darkovan interaction. Though Thendara House would be good for that as well. But if it were someone who preferred fantasy with lots of politics, then I’d recommend The Fall of Neskaya. Really, it would depend a lot on the person.

DJR: What inspired your story in Crossroads of Darkover? How did you balance writing in someone else’s world and being true to your own creative imagination?

SL: Darkover is a big world and there’s room to go just about anywhere. But there are enough limits that it’s fun to play with them. This story, well—I was in the middle of writing another story, a story about a young Comyn woman with laran, and then Nyla showed up. I couldn’t put her down. Her situation really fascinated me because mostly on Darkover we think about people who are gifted as having laran. What about other gifts? We know there are musicians and poets. What about scientists and mathematicians? Is there a university? I realized in all the books I’ve read (which I think is all of them at this point) I’d never really noticed one. That kind of hit me over the head, so I had to explore what would happen. And, of course, Nyla was there to guide me.

DJR: Is there another Darkover story you would particularly like to write?

SL: If I say anything now, it will just change entirely when I start to write. A character will take over and lead me into the story, and I never know what to expect. I can say, “I would like to explore this part of the world,” but then a character will come along and suddenly I’m off somewhere else. I feel like I wait for the stories that want me to write them.

DJR: What have you written recently? What is your favorite of your published works and why?

SL: Most recently, I’m very proud of the short story “Fieldwork”, which Gardner Dozois included in his 34th Best of the Year Anthology, which came out last summer from Tor. It’s hard SF, which I love to write. My favorite published works, apart from that, would be mostly novels—Songs of Chaos, Memento Mori, Interface Masque and Rebel Sutra. And my favorite short stories, apart from “Fieldwork”, are “A Real Girl” and “Pipe Dreams.” 
DJR: What lies ahead for you?

SL: I’m moving towards writing more historical fiction these days. We’ll see what comes!


Shariann Lewitt has published seventeen books and over forty short stories, including “Wedding Embroidery” in Stars of Darkover and “Memory” in Gifts of Darkover. When not writing she teaches at MIT, studies flamenco dance, and is accounted reasonably accomplished at embroidery. Her expertise with birds arises in part from being the devoted servant of two parrots