Chloe Smith

@chloehsmith.bsky.social

I write stories. I also teach middle school. Both can be fairly surreal. She/her. Imaginaryresearch.wordpress.com

Yes it could be argued that keeping up with world events is important but alternatively can I interest you in hugging an ancient mossy boulder that looks like a face and quietly listening while it tells you stories from centuries cloaked in mist.

A lovely mossy boulder with a face. I walked past this venerable stone gentleman on Dartmoor when I was beginning to write my first novel, Villager, and it whispered all 104,000 words of the book to me. So now I have to pay it all of my royalties. Unfortunately my ex-publisher stopped paying me royalties last year. Understandable, the boulder was not happy. But now I have a new publisher and the book has been republished. So remember if you purchase a copy you will be helping a boulder to eat, pay the rent on his riverside moss garden, and feed his boulder family.

Grimdark: Everything is fucked Dying Earth: the world is fucked New Weird: A city is fucked Folk horror: A village is fucked Gothic: A castle or mansion is fucked but so are families 'Elevated' A24 horror: families are fucked Body Horror: You are fucked Vampires: vampires

Jane Yolen (1939-1926) was one of the authors whose works sheltered me through the gauntlet of middle school and showed me the power, beauty, and brutality of storytelling. I would not be the person I am today without her words and stories inside me.

Original cover of Dragon’s Blood by Jane Yolen90s cover of The Devil’s Arithmetic by Jane YolenOriginal cover of Briar Rose by Jane YolenOriginal cover of Merlin by Jane Yolen

One week from the end of the school year, and I’m dangerously close to becoming Murderbot—though whether that’s so I could efficiently eliminate hostiles or secretly watch media while at work is anyone’s guess

“Believe in a love that is being stored up for you like an inheritance, and have faith that in this love there is a strength and a blessing so large that you can travel as far as you wish without having to step outside it.” ― Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet