Sending you all some happy rays of Southern California sunshine. ☀️
A photo share:



















Photos ©️2024 Tanya Cliff
A photo share:



















Photos ©️2024 Tanya Cliff
With a novel being queried to agents and a half-dozen short stories on submission to various lit mags, I find my mind drifting too frequently to that part of the writing business that exists outside of my control. The successes are exciting and exhilarating. But rejections are a part of this journey. Knowing that fact only lessons the sting. It still hurts.
I’m managing my anxiety through time with family and friends—laughter is truly the best medicine—and yoga. Yoga is a practice that melds body, mind, and soul through breath. It is calming and restorative, building strength and balance. Even a few minutes of yoga practice can be centering and grounding, refreshing and reinvigorating.
Yoga also serves as a reminder to me to focus on the part of the writing business that I do control: the daily practice of putting words to the page. The greatest achievement here is simply showing up.
In that spirit, I am diving like a dolphin into my next novel draft. It’s a project I’ve been churning around for a long time. The characters are compelling and keep pulling me back. The plot, as it’s developing, is thickening…swelling. I’m swimming in words. Making waves. I feel refreshed and reinvigorated. I’m writing…a new book.
Tanya
Thrilled to have my story named to Fractured Lit’s Anthology Prize Longlist. The titles alone have me excited! Congrats to all the anonymous nominees.
https://fracturedlit.com/fractured-lit-anthology-volume-4-longlist/
For the second year in a row, I’m a judge for the BookTube Prize in Fiction. Pictured is my current group of books, which I can’t comment on until the judging is completed. This year, I am striving to read all forty-eight fiction entries. It’s a great list and contains some authors and titles I might have otherwise overlooked.
Coolest of all, I’m joined in judging this prize by several hundred book-obsessed people from more than thirty countries. It’s exciting!
You can learn more at BookTube Prize’s Instagram here (link in bio to the YouTube channel)
Baba Yaga, her house ever spinning, casts dizzy spells: multiplies weeds’ thorns, exterminates unicorns, allows toxic fungus to fester, boils it in her tea. She piles her human-boned boundary sky high, ten thousand eye sockets blazing.
None can enter.
She’s grown weary of peasants’ petitions: food, shelter, clothes, cures. Endless. (Although, if pressed, she’d confess to finding revenge requests amusing.)
But now, her garden rots, unweeded. Her tunic needs mending. Her chicken-toed shoes stir up her floor’s thick dust. She coughs, covers her warty nose with her head scarf, exposes her balding crown.
Deprived of tender company, Baba Yaga starves.
words and photography ©️2024 Tanya Cliff
