Jacqui Greaves Blog

Handling Rejection

6/2/2026

In the business of being a writer, rejection is something you have to learn to handle from the first time you submit a story or a poem to the market. It’s a rare writer who never receives that email containing something like, ‘…unfortunately, while we enjoyed your story, it’s not what we’re looking for at this time…’ or ‘Thank you for giving us a chance to read your story. We received over 500 submissions, and had to make difficult choices…’

As I write this, I’m coming off two rejections yesterday and a third this morning for my own work, followed by a funding rejection for a community project I’m working on. So the subject is very real!

No one likes being rejected—it stings—and it’s hard not to take it personally. After all, you wrote the best poem/story in the world and they had the audacity to say No!

The thing is…it’s not personal! It’s about the publication: its market, its theme, the cohesiveness of the contents, the relative quality of the submissions, the fit, the preferences of the editorial team, the space available etc. It’s not unusual for editors and publishers to receive hundreds of submissions for limited publishing space (made worse by the explosion of Generative AI).

Those of us who have yet to reach the heady heights of being invited to submit are all chasing the crumbs. A recent piece of mine made it past the first cut and onto the short-list. That short-list was 80 submissions long with around half of those having to be rejected—mine included.

Having a submission accepted is the exception!

So, if you’re enduring rejection after rejection then yay you! Because it means you’re writing and submitting and that’s most of the struggle.

Rejections are the norm and you need to find your own way to handle them, but here’s some tips that might help.

Unless you’re keen to burn all your bridges, never, ever write an abusive email in response to a rejection. Editors and publishers talk to each other and your name will be shared. The only time I ever respond to a rejection is if the editors have offered up specific comments on the piece, and for that, I might thank them for their time and thoughts.

If you need to, go ahead and take a minute to breathe, go outside for a walk, or pour yourself a glass of wine—I do! But, once you’ve shaken off the disappointment, get back to it. Don’t let rejections derail your writing or submitting. For every rejection I get, I aim to send out a new submission—for balance.

If I can’t find a home for my short stories and poems then I tuck them away in a file for ‘later’. None of my darling stories and poems are ever killed off entirely. For me, ‘later’ could be rewriting, re-editing and submitting to a different market or keeping it for my own collection of short stories.

This year, I set a personal goal of submitting at least two or three stories and poems to a paying market every month. One signal of being on track is the steady flow of rejection emails I’m receiving. So tomorrow, I’m going to check out the market for calls that catch my imagination or line up with stories I’ve already got tucked away, and I’ll get right back into writing and submitting.

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Sometimes, I just need a little bump

5/4/2026

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It's been decades since I first experienced the saturating joy of a bumper boat. That summer, the youthfulness and the waterpark are all long gone, but my memory of the day is strong—almost tactile. I wasn’t keen at first, I’d tried bumper cars and found them too jarring in their physical violence, but in the aquatic version those violent hits were softened. Neck-wrenching jolts were transformed into tilts and spins that altered trajectories. The presence of other bumper boats, pool edges to ricochet off, waves, and the risk of capsizing resulted in the same excitement, but the aggression was less intense.

That long-forgotten memory flared when I reached out to a writing colleague for help with a writing blank. My friend tossed me a couple of ideas, which we bounced back and forth, and I came away with a list of subjects and approaches. Thanking her, I declared, ‘Sometimes, I just need a little bump’, which spun off into the subject for this blog.

Writing is a solitary exercise and sometimes it’s lonely. It’s like being the only boat in the pool. The fun of bumper boats comes from the bumping and the chasing, not the boating. Without anyone to bounce writing ideas off, I tend to putter around avoiding the harsh edges—despite knowing my direction and purpose need challenging.

A month or so back, I was working on a personal essay for an upcoming anthology. It was a subject close to my heart and one which I never imagined I’d have trouble writing on—but I did. I got entirely stuck and after weeks of writing in circles was close to abandoning the project. Instead, I cast myself into the advice pool and got the boat-tilting thump I needed to spin me off in a new direction. The essay I ended up submitting had no resemblance to the original version. It has been short-listed for the anthology. Finalists will be announced later this month.

All it took was a nudge.

But, not every bump I’ve had has been helpful, some have been bone-shattering. Several years ago, someone I’d trusted to critique a short story for me took it a step further. Instead of highlighting what didn’t work for them or asking me questions, they did a total rewrite—one that changed the theme and nature of the story. They’d dragged me from my pool into their bumper car rink and slammed into me from behind. As a new writer, it shook my confidence and I scurried back to my writing silo to lick my wounds. It taught me that I need to trust the people I share my work with, because not everyone shares my values, or knows me well enough to understand what I need.

At times, I’ve tried to engage non-writing friends and family in discussions about ideas for stories—it never works. They’re happy to read what I write but they have no interest or capacity to engage in the process. I’m privileged to have a tight circle of writer friends who I trust to give me a prod where and when I need it.

It’s not that I don’t have my own ideas and approaches, I do, but sometimes we all find ourselves adrift and becalmed, or circling away from the point. When that happens, getting a little bump in the right direction, being drenched by a wave of new ideas, or being shunted hard enough to spin off to a different approach, can make all the difference between not finishing a project and having it published.

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When a Poem Works Best

3/2/2026

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When my mum died, I found some stories and poems written by Junior Jacqui. All of them were speculative. One of the poems was very dark—literally and figuratively. It spoke of being pursued in the darkness and ended in death. Click HERE to read a lightly edited and re-formatted version of it. I was twelve when I wrote it, but the fears it represents are heavy for a Jacqui of any age.

In recent years, I’ve returned to poetry as a way to express my darkest fears and deepest angers. The poetic form works when I can’t construct words into the sentences, paragraphs and sections that prose demands. I find it easier to express my rage, terror and grief when I’m not constrained by structure. I don’t write long poems, and while I’ve experimented with different poetic forms, for poems from my gut, free form works best.

My poems are often visceral reactions to events that exist beyond my power to control—death, misogyny, environmental destruction, natural disasters, and right now…fucking wars. These pieces flow from a deep well of empathy that some days brings me to my knees as I despair for the future.

I’ve talked before about how writing helps me make sense of the world and, how I use it as a release. My short-stories tend to be commentaries crafted with research, logic and order. In contrast, my poems are a blast of pure emotion, intended to leave the reader with deep feelings.

While the essence of what I need to express is almost always captured in the first sitting—the result is often too raw. It takes multiple visits to polish off the sharp angles and jagged edges. When editing, I agonise over word choices and line breaks and rhythm. I’m not sure my poems are every truly finished.

All this to say that for a multitude of unhappy reasons, I’m writing poetry because, right now, that’s what I need.

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Writing Feminist Speculative Fiction

2/1/2026

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I’m an unapologetic feminist writer of speculative fiction.

When I first read The Handmaid’s Tale in the 1980’s, it was very much an impossible fiction. Then, when I re-read it in the mid-2010’s, it made me cry because it had become a very possible version of reality. Globally, women and other minorities are having their hard won rights stripped away. Even supposedly democratic countries, like Aotearoa New Zealand, are systematically dismantling our legal rights. In countries ruled by conservative, religious-fascists, it’s even more horrifying.

Modern feminist speculative fiction requires more than passing the Bechdel test. It’s also more than just confronting the patriarchy and challenging misogyny. Over my lifetime, feminist speculative fiction has progressed from the comparative binary of dystopias and role-reversed separatist utopias, to intersectional fiction that considers race, gender, class, disability, sexuality, colonial history and ageism.

In much of my recent writing, I’ve combined that intersectionality with the concept of a separatist utopia. This comes from my belief that women/minorities need to save ourselves before we save the world, and we can’t do that when we’re in imminent danger.

In my stories, much like women preferring to meet a bear in the woods, my female characters often prefer to engage with the unknown of a cyborg, an alien or a monster than with human men who have demonstrated only violence, oppression and discrimination.

Literature, in the right hands, can be subversive—if it wasn’t there would be no calls for so-called ‘dangerous’ books to be banned. Through stories we can: create templates for rebellion, resistance & disruption; offer up cautionary tales; and, interrogate reality through metaphor—where rage and trauma are magic, ‘others’ are monsters, history is reclaimed & fates rewritten through time travel. Authors of feminist speculative fiction, are perfectly placed to offer hope and alternatives in the guise of fiction. Where speculative fiction asks, “what if?” feminist speculative fiction adds, “Why not?”

If you’re interested in reading my published feminist works, check out:

In Remains to be Told: Dark Tales of Aotearoa, my short story Fires of Fate is retribution horror, where men are punished for their environmental damage.

In Byline: An anthology of poetry and prose from Tauranga Writers my poems, Her Husband (2023) and A Year of Death (2024), both deal with retribution for domestic abuse.

In my short story collection Letters from Elsewhere:
A Letter From Elsewhere: a street kid taken by aliens, prefers to die, the only human on a distant planet, than return home. The letter she sends home is described as fake by the new Christo-fascist regime.
The Abyss: retribution horror for rape.
Star Killer: where taxidermy becomes retribution for rape.
Redundant: retribution horror, where the spider/wasp is a metaphor for exploited women.

Some fantastic feminist speculative fiction that I’ve read:
The Mere Wife by Maria Dahvanna Headley. Retelling of Beowulf where Grendel’s mother is a returned servicewoman whose child is the product of rape from when she was held captive. She chooses a solitary life on a mountain until the small town kills her son. Blurs the line between literary and genre fiction.

The Stanger by Kathryn Hore. Feminist western set in an apocalyptic future. A walled off town, run by men, is steeped in lies maintained by fear. A woman rides into town, challenges the town’s view of the outside world and the patriarchy.

Upright Women Wanted by Sarah Galley. Another feminist western set in an apocalyptic future. Queer librarian spies spread resistance propaganda under threat of death by bandits and fascists.

The Binti Trilogy by Nnedi Orokafor. A young woman escapes family expectations to attend university on another planet. Attacked en-route, she saves herself, by assimilating with the attackers, further ‘othering’ herself.

Sister, Maiden, Monster by Lucy Snyder. A cosmic, plague horror told from the point of view of three women whose lives intersect in ways they don’t understand. Highlights gaslighting, violence against women and medical abuse (inserting IUD w/o pain relief).

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Learning to be a critical reader

1/3/2026

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A group of local women writers, including me, have established a writer’s book club. The intent is to meet once a month to discuss an agreed book from a writer’s perspective.

My mum was a voracious reader and raised me the same. She read me stories every night and taught me to read before I went to school. Into adulthood, many of our conversations revolved around what we’d been reading and we’d often mail favourite books back and forth across the country. Like her, I’m a fast reader—often too fast. Sometimes, I have to go back and read a paragraph two or three times because my eyes skip over the words too fast and I miss stuff.

I used to read anything and everything but have become more focussed as I’ve aged. These days, I’ve given up struggling through hefty tomes of literary fiction and only read books that interest me. Most of the time that means I read speculative fiction—but not always. If I don’t enjoy a book, I don’t bother finishing it. There are far too many great stories out there for me to waste my time on something that doesn’t work for me. But, I’ve never been very good at figuring out what I didn’t like and why.

Even after I began to write, I still read for the entertainment and not to understand craft or to critique technique. It’s only been in the last decade that I’ve learned to read with a more purposeful eye. In part, I learned through having my own work critiqued and then returning the favour. Later, I helped edit and proof read the annual anthology put together by my local writers’ group, and in 2025, I took up the opportunity to be a judge for the British Fantasy Awards. In 2026, I’ll be a judging convenor for Aotearoa New Zealand’s inaugural Te Pae Tawhiti Awards for speculative fiction.

Books that I love are often written from an odd perspective, they have well-written and engaging characters and enough world-building for me to be able to envision scenes. The story-line keeps me engaged and often twists and turns in unexpected ways. I don’t mind tropes, but I like to see them from a different view. I like the odd and off-kilter. Extra points for themes that challenge the patriarchy, racism, homophobia, transphobia, unfettered capitalism and/or confront ultra-conservativism.

Things that make my eyes glaze over and distract me are clunky and overwritten prose, massive chunks of information dumping, and extended descriptions of settings that don’t serve to advance the plot or contribute to a characters development. I now know that these are what I skim over when I’m reading for pleasure. I want action and dialogue to tell me the story, not extensive unbroken blocks of unrelenting text. If the character is in a forest, I want to experience the forest, I don’t want to stand outside the forest margins while it’s described to me in painful detail.

I dislike stories where a ‘thing’ happens, but nothing and no one changes as a result—what’s the point? Even flash fiction needs a purpose. Not long ago, I read a short story by a well-known and much-loved author. The words sparkled and glittered and the descriptions were rich and generous. But nothing fucking happened! I read it twice to be sure I wasn’t missing something. Nope, it was just a bunch of pretty words with no story or character arc—less satisfying than candy-floss.

Two other things that annoy me are unadulterated filtering (I don’t want to be told what the character saw or felt, I want to experience it), and an over reliance on adverbs instead of strong verbs (I’d be delighted to I never see the word “suddenly” ever again). I read the latest novel from one of my favourite authors last month and flinched at every adverb that told me what was happening instead of showing me. Sometimes even our hero’s let us down!

Learning to read critically means that I now understand what causes me to wince at words, skim over chunks of text or put a book down. I’m looking forward to a deep-read of our first book for book club and to hearing from others about their thoughts on the same book.

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Lessons From World Fantasy Convention

11/26/2025

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In the early months of 2025, my friend, and multiple award-winning writer-extraordinaire, Lee Murray ONZM, suggested that we attend the World Fantasy Convention in Brighton, UK. My first instinct was to say no because it’s fucking expensive to travel to the other side of the planet from Aotearoa New Zealand.

I’m so bloody happy that I changed my mind.

First, I got to travel with Lee, who shares my love of the weird and bizarre. We drove terrifying narrow roads, circled roundabouts searching for the exit, were kept company by ravens, wandered presque-lost across Bodmin Moor, laughed, ate all the cheese and revelled in ancient myths and legends brought to life in the curated landscapes of the south-west and south of England. She also held my hand throughout the Convention and introduced me to everyone—even people she was meeting for the first time herself. Being Lee’s friend meant that her friends, new and old, also became mine.

Second, after the disappointment of the 2020 WorldCon (CoNZealand), which thanks to Covid was virtual instead of local and in-person, it was incredible to experience a writers’ convention of a global rather than local scale.

I came away with new friends, personal contacts with several publishers, a deeper appreciation of the industry I’m part of, and some great book recommendations. Creative conversations in the bar, around tables, in the hallways and over food proved to be incredibly valuable. Both experienced and new writers were generous with their time and thoughts, and showed genuine interested in me and my writing projects. By the end of the fourth day, I was shattered but also reinvigorated with possibilities and ideas.

I spoke on two panels. The first was Feminism and Feminist Themes in Genre Fiction. I made the mistake of being too reliant on the page of notes I’d prepared, so panicked when they didn’t align with the first question I was asked. It threw me off. I was embarrassed and took a while to calm down and order my thoughts into something that made sense. I came away thinking I’d done a shit job. On the last day of the Con, I sat next to a horror writer who told me that the Feminism panel had been her favourite session. Redemption!

The second panel was Older People in Fantasy and Horror. By this stage, I was more relaxed and had managed to squash down much of my imposter syndrome. Also on the panel were, Juliet Marillier (Lifetime Achievement Award Recipient) and the UK’s master of horror, Ramsey Campbell. The room was packed. I only used my notes to refer to a few figures about the average age and sex of readers and for the rest of the panel talked from my experience of being older and writing older characters. I had fun, and given the audience response, they did to.

I don’t think I’ll ever be someone who speaks or sits on a panel without notes at hand, but what I learned was that I can trust myself. I have a wealth of lived experience in all manner of things and know stuff others don’t. I may not be able to give you a clear, concise and academic definition of what feminist genre fiction is—but I know how to write it.

I attended a heap of panels, some book launches and both the British (for which I was a judge) and the World Fantasy Awards (for which Lee was a judge) ceremonies. So there was lots of learning and clapping involved. My favourite of the panels I attended were Weird Fiction, Animals in Fantasy and Embodying the Non-Human. There’s a theme there!

It was a surprise to me that not everyone goes to Cons to attend panels, readings and book launches—some attendees spend the entire Con hanging in the public spaces—they go for the conversations, to make contacts, seeking opportunities for collaboration, and to develop relationships. Writing’s such a solitary pursuit, and yet success requires putting yourself out there. I’m not so good at that, but I forced myself to start conversations with strangers and talked about the Ghost Assassins of Bijou novellas to anyone who’d listen. I’d also taken a few copies of my short story collection, Letters From Elsewhere, with me and gave them to some lovely people.

The experience confirmed for me the extra challenges writers from Aotearoa face in being so physically distant from major markets. It’s so hard for us to raise our voices and be seen, when no one knows who we are. We can’t just catch a train or drive to next month’s Con to cement those relationships. Without substantial financial assistance or the Ghost Assassins of Bijou getting picked up and becoming a best-seller, it’s very unlikely I’ll attend another big international Con in the next few years so, for now, all I can do is rely on social media, my blogs and newsletters, and keep submitting my writing to keep my name in the forefront of people’s minds.

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Words Matter

9/29/2025

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I believe that it’s important to challenge people when they use offensive or damaging language. To be clear, I don’t mean censoring or banning words, because I also believe in free speech. But with that right to free speech comes responsibility.

The words we use matter not only because they have meaning but because there are consequences to how we use them. Take, for example, the former Aotearoa New Zealand Member of Parliament, who during a recent radio interview defined a woman as a “…person with a pussy and a pair of tits.” Within two days, he’d issued a public apology and resigned from his position at a recruitment agency. Yep, he fucked around and found out!

Politics are rife with inappropriate and harmful dialogue, and women, people of colour and other minority groups are usually at the sharp end of that rhetoric. On retiring from the Invercargill City Council on September 22, 2025, the Reverend Evelyn Cook had this to say, “I wish you to understand the power and the hurt that careless words create. The casual racism. The sometimes-intentional sexism. The misogyny. The lack of respect for one another, that I have seen in this room.”

Language frames our collective consciousness, it shapes the way we think and how we construct reality. When the meanings of words are twisted and appropriated as weapons, it impacts us all. The use of de-humanising terminology is especially dangerous. If a woman is reduced to ‘a pussy with a pair of tits’, then she doesn’t deserve respect or any right to bodily autonomy. It’s so much easier to torture or kill a ‘bitch’ or a ‘beast’ than it is a fellow human being.

The United Nations working definition of hate speech is: “any kind of communication in speech, writing or behaviour that attacks or uses pejorative or discriminatory language with reference to a person or a group on the basis of who they are, in other words, based on their religion, ethnicity, nationality, race, colour, descent, gender or other identity factor.”

Exposure to hate speech fosters an environment of hostility that not only erodes social cohesion, attacks human rights and incites violence, but results in individual and personal harm. People subjected to relentless hate speech tend to experience heightened anxiety, chronic health conditions, lower self-esteem and even premature death. Being aware of how words matter is the first step in preventing that harm.

How society uses language changes and evolves. Words and phrases that were once acceptable in common usage may now carry offensive implications. In my background reading for this blog, I came across an article talking about the history of the word ‘woke’. In the early twentieth century, the word was used in songs to warn black people travelling in racist states to be aware of the risks of being lynched. The songs urged them to ‘stay woke’. So, a word that once meant to be vigilant against the risk of death has been twisted into a pejorative term implying a person is performatively and overly sensitive to perceived societal injustices.

I understand that change can be hard, but to refuse to reconsider your position when challenged by the subject of your prejudice is a deliberately cruel and disrespectful choice. We all need to check our privilege and challenge our internalised biases. I know I’m not perfect, but I strive to do better and when confronted with deliberate and unapologetic misogyny, racism, homophobia, and fascism…I will make my words matter.

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Would I Lie to You?

8/31/2025

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I was reintroduced to the contrasts between the words ‘Verity’ and ‘Verisimilitude’ during a recent writing workshop. Where verity is a true principle or belief—the truth, verisimilitude is defined as the appearance of being real or true.

In writing, I aim for a kernel of veracity surrounded by a thick coating of verisimilitude. Stories don’t need to be truthful, but they do need to be believable, or believable enough that the reader will suspend their disbelief for the duration.

So, is there a need for verity in fiction?

It could be argued that historical fiction and hard science fiction require a degree of verity. After all, history is known, and science is factual.

But are they?

What’s known about history, is what’s reported. So, the truth of history is focussed in the hands of those who recorded it, and those who interpret it. We’ve all heard the well-known phrase “history belongs to the victors” so, how much do we trust those victors to accurately report all aspects of an historical event?

This brings us to another V-word, ‘Veracity’, or the quality or state of being truthful or accurate.

As a scientist, I understand that the truth changes over time. We adjust our accepted ‘truth’ as we learn more from the scientific process of research. I also know that how data are treated and interpreted can be influenced by our own perspectives. That’s why it’s important in that research is verifiable and repeatable so that others can verify the veracity of the researchers. This is achieved by testing the same hypotheses using the same methodologies or questioning those hypotheses and methodologies through vigorous debate (NB Reckons are not research, and doing a quick search of the internet is NOT fucking science!).

I’ve just read an interesting article by zooarchaeologist, Emily Lena Jones, in which she states that, “What we think we know about Neanderthals is always changing.” What she’s saying is that as we make more discoveries, we adjust our world view and the truth changes.

In fiction, writers will sometimes use an unreliable narrator, to deliberately mislead and confuse the reader. I would argue that, to some extent, all narrators are unreliable. A couple of months ago, someone told me that something was ‘true’ because she remembered it happening. Maybe she was right and did remember it correctly but, it wasn’t the same truth as mine.

Not only can our perspective on a single event be very different but, we can hold false memories.

For example, I have ‘memories’ of running across a lawn, over a road, through some sand dunes and disappearing into the distance along an empty surf beach. Those memories come with no sensations or feelings, and they play in my mind like a black and white movie seen from afar. That’s because, I was a toddler, and I don’t remember what happened at all. I’ve just been told the story so many times, that I’ve internalised it as a memory. Is it a true story? I have no idea—but it’s my truth.

My conclusion is that verity is a slippery and changeable beast and as a writer all I can aim for in my stories is verisimilitude. So, while today’s ‘truth’ is that it would take a spaceship about 600,000 years to travel the 31 light years to the planet Gliese 357 d, in my current project the trip will be MUCH faster, and you’ll believe it because I’ll make it appear possible. And, would I lie to you?

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Measuring Success

8/2/2025

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As a writer, I carve time out of my life to invest in my craft. Each completed poem, short story, chapter, or novella is driven by hope and belief—because, for most writers in my situation, that time is unpaid and there’s no guarantee of publication.

It’s a sad truth, but publication doesn’t always come with payment. As for many other industries, publishing budgets are increasingly tight. Many markets that previously paid for short stories no longer do and magazines and publishing houses are shuttering at a depressing rate. It’s not impossible to sell stories and make money from writing, but it is difficult. The average income for writers in Aotearoa New Zealand is less than $15K per annum. The best way to make money from writing books is to already be famous. This means that measuring my success against income, can be a bit depressing.

So, what does success look and feel like for writers who, like me harbour grand ambitions but aren’t (yet) already household names. There are numerous ways for an author to measure their success, and they can range from the personal to the very public.

Some days, success is as simple as getting words onto a page. If those words come together into coherent sentences, paragraphs, and stories then all the better. If those words are poetic and lyrical or move me to tears, or fill me with joy or fury, then all the better. Even more satisfying is when my critique group scribble love hearts in the margins of my manuscripts.

For many writers, success lies in the freedom to create stories that push boundaries and challenge views and explore the impossible. Writing can also be a form of catharsis, allowing writers to explore prejudices, address societal challenges, and resist injustices. Much of my own writing helps me navigate the world and imagine better ways for humans to live and interact. Until five years ago, I seldom had happy endings to my stories. Now, I like to at least leave my readers with a hint of hope, because that’s what I need. I have to believe that things can and will get better.

It's important for readers to be represented in fiction, but it’s rare to find stories featuring strong, independent, post-menopausal feminists with fluid sexuality. Offering that representation through my writing is one of my personal measures of success. Part of my legacy is my writing. I hope my stories and poems endure and stand the test of time. Even if only one woman finds something in one of my pieces that fills her heart or changes her course for the better, then I consider that a success.

Not all writers seek to be published but anyone who does will attest to the absolute joy of your first accepted submission. Those hours of work honing my craft are rewarded when someone I don’t know reads my work and deems it worthy of publication. For me, that spark of joy still explodes with every successful submission. With publication comes exposure, connecting with readers and the chance of awards.

While there are intrinsic and private rewards for practitioners of creative arts, it’s the extrinsic, or public, rewards that are most often used to measure success. These come in the form of reviews and awards, which in turn open doors to opportunities for not only sales, but for grants and residencies. Headlines aren’t written about writers who sit at their desk and produce glorious prose and poetry. No. Headlines feature writers who win prizes. Despite multiple nominations and applications, and making several shortlists, I’ve yet to win any awards, grants or residencies for my writing. My external measures of success are: reader feedback, both direct and through reviews; the subscribers who faithfully open my newsletters every month; and securing a literary agent.

Do I want more? Hell, yes!
Am I passively waiting for it? Hell, no!

I volunteer to judge awards, so I get to critically assess the best fiction in my genres.
I travel to overseas conventions and conferences to connect with writers and others in the publishing industry, which when you live in Aotearoa New Zealand is both financially and temporally expensive.
I attend workshops and courses to hone my skills.
I send out a monthly newsletter and write a monthly blog to connect with my readers.
I apply for residencies and grants so the people with the funding know who I am.
I submit stories and poems to paying, and sometimes non-paying, markets.
I write. I write. I write.
I’m not waiting for success to find me. I’m pursuing it.

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Villainous Authors

6/29/2025

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I was scrolling, scrolling, scrolling through my socials one morning not long ago and a post popped up that recommended the Mists of Avalon by Marian Zimmer Bradley as a classic read. After muttering a few disgusted expletives, I had a quick flick through some of the comments. They varied between ‘great book and a must read’ to ‘fuck right off, the author is a monster’ along with a whole bunch of comments like ‘I loved this book, and it broke my heart when I discovered MZB was complicit with her husband’s child abuse.’

MZB isn’t the first author I’ve loved who turned out to be a fucking horrific human being and she’s certainly not the last. But reading the comments made me ask the question: What do you do when one of your favourite authors turns out to be a real-life villain?

When Remains to be Told: Dark Tales of Aotearoa was published, I was thrilled that my short story, Fires of Fate, sat cosied up next to a poem by Neil Gaiman. I was so excited that I even posted a video of me flicking between my story and his poem on my socials. Since then, there have been multiple accusations of sexual misconduct and assault against him, including more this year. Now, my story, in all its feminist rage, leans away from his poem, trying to distance itself from the space I was so proud to share. Being such a fan of Gaiman’s work, this betrayal of trust cuts extra deep.

I never read J.K Rowling’s Harry Potter series, although, I do confess to reading one of the books she wrote when she was pretending to be a man. I have numerous trans friends and acquaintances. So, why would I support someone who actively goes out of her way to incite hatred and denial of their right to exist, and uses the earnings from her books to support her crusade?

I’ve seen many arguments along the lines of ‘you can love the art but not the artist’, and, to an extent, that can be true, but where does the line between the two exist? In buying the art, you're supporting the artist. When you check the book out from the library, you're supporting the author. And, yes, streaming their movies / series is supporting the author. As much as I loved series 1 of The Sandman, I won't be watching series 2.

Do I think that J.K. Rowling, Neil Gaiman or the beneficiary of Marion Zimmer Bradley’s ongoing income give a shit about me not buying their books? Of course not, but the point is—it’s very important to me. I give a shit. And, if enough of us share that sentiment, then maybe they’ll notice.

There are so many talented and worthy authors out there writing amazing stories. Most of them aren’t problematic and, often, aren’t financially comfortable. So, why would I give my money and tacit support to those who are?

My answer is—I won’t.

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