In which Seanan is nominated for a Nebula Award, and is overcome with gratitude.

Last Thursday, while in a car on the way to Half-Price Books, my phone rang. It was an unfamiliar number, and so I answered warily, all too aware of the various scams people are currently conducting. "Hello," said a woman. "I'm looking for Seanan McGuire?"

"May I ask who's calling?"

She identified herself as from SFWA (the Science Fiction Writers of America). I identified myself as Seanan. Lots of identification happened, all while I was going "no, this can't be what I want it to be, because that doesn't happen."

She said, "I am pleased to let you know that your novella, Every Heart a Doorway, has been nominated for a Nebula Award."

I made a noise that only bats could hear. The driver did not run us off the road. The woman laughed. I said the right, polite things. I hung up.

I cried.

This is the first time I have ever been nominated for a Nebula Award (if you don't know what that is, details are here). I have wanted one for as long as I could remember, since I was a little girl and reading anthologies and authors with that amazing word on the cover. And now I'm nominated.

I am so happy.

The winners have been chosen!

My apologies for the delay: we had a fairly heavy snowfall yesterday, which would have been fine if we hadn't needed to collect my sister from the airport. All is well, and as several of you squeaked in last-minute entries, I figure we're good. Now, the winners!

The random number generator has spoken, and our three winners of ARCs of Magic For Nothing are...


If your name is on this list, please contact me via my website contact form within the next 24 hours. Include your mailing address, your LJ handle, and the nature of the prize you are claiming.


Let's play a game for a good cause!

Are you a gamer? Do you like things that are fun? Are you planning to attend Emerald City Comic-Con?

I am anchoring a table for this year's Worldbuilder's Charity Party, and there are four seats left for the adventurous.

Come play with me! It'll be a good time. We all need a good time about now.

Yes. Play.


Alice's sense of naturalism leaves something to be desired.

It's time for some free fiction, and for the second story of the Alice and Thomas era. The year is 1954. Thomas Price is new in town, and Alice is just trying to be hospitable. Honestly, that's all she's doing at the house.

With "The Lay of the Land," we begin the slow dance between Thomas Price, Covenant researcher, and Alice Healy, too young, too untrained, and too foolhardy by half. It's going to be a long one. Best that we get started.

You can download the new story now from the InCryptid short fiction page.

This also serves as your discussion post.

You get your magic for nothing, and your tricks for free: GIVEAWAY TIME!

We need something good right now, and that means it's time to GIVE STUFF AWAY. Specifically, it's time to give away a couple of ARCs of Magic For Nothing.

You in?

To ease us back into the normal swing of things, today we're going with a random number generator drawing. US-only unless you are able to pay postage. I'm really sorry about that, but having just paid a ridiculous amount in vet bills, I am really not in a position to pay to mail things internationally right now. To enter...

1. Comment on this entry.
2. Specify whether you are US or international and, if international, indicate willingness to pay postage.
3. Name one thing you're hoping to see in an upcoming InCryptid book.

I will draw three winners via random number generator on Monday, February 6th. Game on!

Entries which do not include all three components, and which do not specifically relate to the InCryptid series, are ineligible to win.

Everything leaves us, everything stays.

Sometimes I look back at my own teenage years, tangled and tempestuous as they were, and wonder if I knew how lucky I was, musically speaking. The Counting Crows still played at the U.C. Berkeley on-campus club; Heather Alexander was both local and frequently touring; Celtic rock was having a resurgence, with Avalon Rising and Four Shillings Short playing somewhere almost every weekend.

And there was Annwn.

They were weirdos. They were wonderful. They were everything I wanted to be when I grew up. The idea of making Elton or Leigh Anne proud of me was enough to motivate me to do almost anything. I got to have a relationship with them, to know them as humans and artists and creators and people who let their freak flags fly proudly and without fear. I am the adult I am because they were there to be an example for the confused child I was.

Leigh Anne died in 2006. I still miss her. I will always miss her. Annwn died with her. Even if the band had wanted to continue, there was no replacing Leigh Anne. She was absolutely one of a kind.

For a long time, their music has been unavailable. Now, that's changing, and one of their best albums, Come Away to the Hills has been made available for purchase, as has the one album she recorded with Daoine Sidhe, Now and Then, which you can access here.

If you love Celtic rock and folk music, please give a listen.

This is one of the voices that made me.

A few more old links (can you tell I'm trying?).

So here's what happened:

I keep a long list of links to things that interest me. I take it as a good thing that I've moved more and more away from reviews, and more and more toward think pieces and interviews and the like, not because the reviews aren't important--they absolutely are--but as my confidence has grown, I've had less need of them for me, and as my readership has grown, the chances of my needing to send an apology to some blogger because "sorry I dropped a wasp nest on your head, I didn't mean to" have increased. Which sounds, you know, a little hollow when it's my fifth nest in a week. But when I see a link I want to write about, or that I think is relevant, I'll grab it and save it for later.

When I still had a day job (you know, the one I left in January 2015), I would usually do my link-related posts on my lunch hour. The links came in faster than the posts went out, but hey, I was doing my best. Then I got really depressed, because the day job was slowly killing me. Then I quit my day job, and had to carve new routines out of a shapeless mass of time. And a lot of things dropped by the wayside, including dealing with the links I had so carefully curated.

Some of them, I've just deleted. Others have broken or been taken down, becoming irrelevant. Others, though, fall into the "nice people saying nice things about me, and it's a jerk move not to say thank you" category. So...thank you.

Kenda wrote a long and lovely piece about how she doesn't care for books about Faerie, but has learned to love Toby. Kenda has always been an awesome, fair reviewer and a deeply engaged reader, and I really sympathize with her "no, you cannot tell me a book is awesome when you profit from its sales" approach to reading the first book. I'm so glad to have won her over!

Pamela from The Discriminating Fangirl also had some fabulous things to say, and I am so sorry it has taken me this long to say thank you.

Thank you.
winter long

In which Seanan takes care of a link.

So I have literally been sitting on this link for more than a year. It's been public that whole time: this isn't me doing the ultimate procrastination tango. It's just that I kept getting distracted, and I haven't been as awesome about non-checklist blogging as I've wanted to be. It feels like it's one of those things that has fallen by the wayside, and for that I am sorry.


If you click the above, you will come to one of the most beautifully impassioned "why you should read the October Daye books" posts ever written by someone who is not me and does not depend on them to pay her electrical bill. I am still, a year after first reading it (a year, time is ridiculous and I do not approve) stunned and touched and delighted.

One of the big things it touches on is the lack of sexual violence in the series, and how much of a relief that can be for readers. It's not that Toby's life is sunshine and roses--a chapter will tell you how much it isn't--it's that something that's become almost a casual signpost for evil in our media is intentionally missing. I admit, I made that choice out of exhaustion and pique. I never expected it to resonate the way it has. But I hear, quite regularly, from readers who feel like the series is safe for them, because they don't have to worry about HA HA SURPRISE DRAMATIC SEXUAL ASSAULT. And I am so glad I can provide that.

I also want to note that there's a discussion in the comments of the kind that becomes increasingly frequent as a series goes on: "When will this be over? I don't want to start until it's over." I really wish you would. The first three books are a decent barometer of whether you'll like it. At this point, Rosemary and Rue seems very rough to me in contrast with what I'm producing now, but you can get a feel for how I handle language, and by the time you reach An Artificial Night, you'll probably know whether the series is for you. That starter kit won't change if the series stops at fifteen or at fifty. I've never missed a deadline; the September 2017 book is finished and turned in, and I'll be starting the September 2018 book as soon as I get my editorial notes. I am about as close to a safe bet as you can get on this sort of thing. And, well. The electric bill.

Anyway. I just wanted to share this with you. And finally close that tab.

It's the little things.