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Dear Friends, Happy August, Merry Lammas. I'm writing this from a moving car journeying up the length of Vancouver Island, cutting it a bit fine before I vanish into the Wayward Retreat for the next ten days (about which I've written at length here , if you
Dear Friends, I last wrote on March 24 , from the Pacific, the day Seasons of Glass and Iron was released into the world, on the cusp of travelling to promote it. Today is June 5, and I'm stunned to look up and see the year's halfway
Dear Friends, It's here! Today's the day! Seasons of Glass and Iron is available wherever you get your books! Many thanks to Jen Coster for the matching nail set! In the normal order of things I should be where my book is – in a shop
Dear Friends, Happy Lunar New Year, Ramadan Kareem and Lenten Season to all who celebrate! Once again my storytelling impulses are constrained by time and tide. I want to write about what a wonderful time I had at the CBC Book Club and why I ended up weeping on national
Dear Friends, Happy New Year! Bistraynti 3aleikoum ! I hope that, regardless of what these first two weeks of 2026 have laid at your door, you've been able to enjoy some quiet, peace, and connection in the deep winter. There are some time-sensitive action items in this letter
Dear Readers, One month and two letters ago, I wrote, Just one more bout of travel in two weeks, for two weeks, and then I'll let winter settle over me and put me to bed. I hadn't intend to prophesy my return so literally. After wending
I'm sitting at a hotel room desk in Barcelona, with 52 minutes before I need to head downstairs and hail a taxi to the airport. 18 minutes ago this seemed like an abundance of time, but now I write in haste, already feeling light and memory slipping away
Dear Friends, It's the kind of autumn day I associate with September more than October: warm in the sun but brisk in the shade, trees still green and leafy with some vivid exceptions in scarlet and gold. There's a strong breeze that scatters the petal-like
Dear Friends, I've been trying to send a newsletter about What I've Done This Summer for... The entirety of the summer. It's now past summer! Labour Day is in the rearview mirror! And because one of the things that happened during the summer was
Dear Friends, I'm so excited to share the cover of my upcoming short story collection! It's called Seasons of Glass and Iron, after my 2016 short story that went on to win the Hugo, Nebula and Locus awards. Here she is! It's designed by
Dear Friends, I got back to Ottawa from the UK last night, having spent a wonderful couple of weeks doing events and catching up with family. A more fulsome recap of those things is forthcoming. For now, though, I just wanted to remind folks of imminent The River Has Roots
Dear Friends, A curiosity about Ghost, this newsletter software I use, is that every time I log in to write something in it I'm haunted by past selves. From my dashboard, I click on "posts," and there appears a list of posts begun but not finished;
Apologies if you're getting this newsletter twice – it seems to have had a lot of delivery issues, from turning up in spam to being delivered hours late to simply not being delivered at all. We've tweaked some settings to hopefully avoid this happening in future;
From where I'm sitting – on a dear friend's couch in Colorado – I both can and can't see a mountain. Thick, flurrying snow obscures it from view every few minutes, catching on tall, sturdy pines, sleeving their sharp green fingers in white. But
Friends, readers, fellow travellers, I'm writing from a dear friend's dining room table in St Louis, where I'm listening to sparrows, petting a perfect orange cat, and catching my breath. From March 4 to March 8 I was in a different city every day: