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.

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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!


By Heather Clitheroe - February 19, 2015


We’ve been having an incredibly mild winter in Calgary — to the point where I was able to get my bike out and go for a ride this Sunday. And Monday. And Tuesday. And would have yesterday, if I’d been home. I keep waiting for the other shoe to drop, and the forty-below temperatures to come in with it, but so far…so lovely.

Meanwhile? I’m reading my way through a sci-fi novel I picked up in the States: Clean by Alex Hughes. It’s got a gritty feel to it — a police procedural, but with telepathy. I’m only a little way in, but I like the voice and the worldbuilding is interesting. I’ve got Barchester Towers on the go in the evenings, before bed. I’ve discovered a liking for Anthony Trollope. And I’m still lovingly making my way through Among the Selkirk Glaciers by William Spotswood Green. I picked it up in Banff a couple of years ago, and it’s such a delightful book that I’m having a very slow, deliberate read of it. Spotswood Green strikes me as somebody who would have been really fun to know.

By Heather Clitheroe - December 14, 2014

The work on the novel revisions are going slowly. As expected, I suppose — it sure took a while to write the first draft, not quite as long to write the second, and these revisions would represent a third draft. It’s harder than I thought it would be. Short stories are easier to fix: the plot holes stand out, and flipping back and forth through what you’ve written is a heck of a lot easier.


But it’s also pretty nifty — exciting, too — to work on something so long. I have a feeling the revisions will keep rolling for some time, but with luck, the third draft will be done before the end of the winter. Though in Calgary, that’s not necessarily saying much!