As some of you may remember, last year I was in a wolf-themed charity anthology called Wolf Warriors, alongside such heavy hitters as Catherynne M. Valente and David Clement-Davies. As described last year:
Wolf Warriors: The National Wolfwatcher Coalition Anthology is a wolf-themed charity anthology to raise money for the National Wolfwatcher Coalition, which seeks to educate people about wolves and their importance, as well as advocating for their preservation. The anthology is chock-full of lupine art, fiction, flashfiction, and essays of all genres, so fantasy fans, nature/animal lovers, literary folks, non-fiction people, art enthusiasts, and all manner of readers can all find something to enjoy.
Well, I am happy to announce that the anthology is back and so am I. This time I have both a short story and a three-part poem in it. The short story regales the hardships of an unplanned lycanthropic pregnancy. Think Juno but with werewolves and more hipsters. The horror! The poem uses fairy tale archetypes and imagery to tackle the anxiety of attempting to be a successful adult in a time when everyone has advice and no one has any answers. Think Fairy Tales for Twenty-Somethings meets “Gestella”. If you haven’t read “Gestella”, go remedy that. Remedy it this instance. Because it is honestly the most haunting story I’ve ever read. But I digress. And, hey, look! I went from the ninth listing on the back of the book to the fourth. I’m moving up in the world, guys.
Anyway, the anthology is available on Amazon so if you love wolves, love my writing, or have a wildlife lover on your holiday gift list, take a gander at Wolf Warriors II. Oh, and don’t forget to leave a review on Amazon and Goodreads saying how “Blue Moon” tugged at your heartstrings or “Lost Girl” changed your life and moved you to tears. Or that they were both solidly mediocre. Whatever works.
((fun fact: I submitted “Blue Moon” to the anthology on the night of the blue moon this summer. Sometimes the planets align and everything seems like it’s meant to be. And sometimes your inbox is full of rejections. Writing waxes and wanes that way, just like the moon.))