By Heather Clitheroe - August 31, 2015

I had the immensely good fortune of camping at the Elizabeth Parker hut in Lake O’Hara in Yoho National Park with friends who kindly invited me along. We made the journey to British Columbia — Yoho is just over the border, and hiked in to the hut.

It was a beautiful, wondering weekend. One glorious vista after another, in the company of good friends. For the first time in my life, I saw the Milky Way at night,














There is an element of the sublime there: that fearsome, staggering beauty, the feeling of something so much greater than yourself. What a summer it has been! So many changes in my life. And all along the way, surrounded by friends and loving family. As we transition to the fall — the leaves here are beginning to turn — I’m looking ahead to the cooler weather, the adventures still to come. More writing, back to more reading, new things to learn and see.

Summer in Alberta.

By Heather Clitheroe - August 4, 2015

A week and two days of vacation remind me how fortunate I am to live in Alberta, and how beautiful a place it can be.







The novel has taken a back seat lately, sitting and making comments as I try to figure out what to do with it. It is a bit like having back seat driver, I suppose. ‘Are we there yet? Are we there yet? Watch out for that plot. Oo, that chapter! Careful!’ I spent some time on holiday to think and draft, and I think I have a workable plan now. I don’t want to be one of those writers forever saying that they’re working on something without ever having something to show for it.

Meanwhile, I’m very pleased to say that Culpability, a story published by Bartleby-Snopes last year, was nominated for the Million Writers Award this past week. The story was also nominated for a Pushcart Prize. I’m so pleased at this news!

By Heather Clitheroe - July 11, 2015

Since moving into the new place, I’ve been finding myself settling into new routines, new rhythms. Cooking for one, dishes for one, housework for one. One and a half, actually, since I’ve acquired a cat.

mrnoodlesIt’s nice to have him wandering around, saying ‘hrrRRRm?’ and taking toilet paper off the roll. I’m quite enjoying his company. FullSizeRender (2)

It’s been such a season of changes and good things. My story, ‘Wild Things,’ was included on a list of best short stories of the year on io9, which was really exciting. I’m slowly returning to a regular practice of writing, getting myself back into that mindset with the move done. I’m hoping that the cat feels he is a writer’s cat.

By Heather Clitheroe - June 1, 2015

It’s been a long, long while since I posted — and a lot of things have happened. I got a promotion at work. I got my own apartment. I started taking courses for a certificate for work. Things like that. Nothing huge, per se, but enough that it’s been hard to keep up with everything and some things were safely put the side.

Yesterday I ran my first 5K race.



And I actually ran most of it, though there was a lot of winded walking. Finished it in forty-four minutes and fifteen seconds, raised money for the Alberta Cancer Foundation, and had a great day. And came home to sit on the couch for most of the afternoon and evening, but hey, that’s okay. It was incredible to just do it, to get out there and try it. And I got a shiny medal, too.

My writing has taken a pause over the last few months. It hasn’t been the same fast, frequent pages of last year. With the turn of the new month, and things settling down into the new routine, I’m pledging myself to get back to that, to write my stories and see where they go. I’m trying.

New fiction!

By Heather Clitheroe - April 3, 2015

My latest story, ‘Wild Things Got to Go Free,’ is available at Beneath Ceaseless Skies!

My cousin Ren was waiting for Mama in the kitchen, pacing. When he looked at me, I saw the flickering light in his eyes. He was going away, too. It looked like nobody would get to say goodbye to him properly, either. I hated the soldiers so much it hurt.

When the back door closed, Aisha went silently upstairs. Da picked me up, carried me to the rocking chair. He still hadn’t taken his boots off. There was mud all over the floor. “You can’t hold her to it, Leah,” he said. “She can’t come back for you.”

“She’s going to try. She told me so.”

“That doesn’t mean she can.”

I did not want to hear that. I pretended I hadn’t, as we sat and rocked together, staring at the empty fireplace. I was her special girl. Mama would come back for me.

Appearing on SofaCon.

By Heather Clitheroe - March 8, 2015

I’ll be appearing on SofaCon 2015 on Sunday, March 15 at 5pm GMT (11am, mountain time) on the Women Destroy Science Fiction panel! I love the idea of an online convention…all the fun panels, but without the sore feet!


The Genius Loci Kickstarter is live!

By Heather Clitheroe - March 6, 2015

The Genius Loci Kickstarter is finally up! The anthology will feature work by Seanan McGuire, Ken Liu, Wendy N. Wagner…and me, among others! The campaign was marked as a staff favourite on the first day, and it’s almost at the funded stage!