Tricks and Treats, and Mark of the Pterren Now Has a Cover

It’s the day before Halloween, and for weeks, Durango has been host to fall weather. Flat silver skies, chill wind and cold rain, a golden leaf-spangled earth from the branches of aspen and cottonwood trees, a few maple reds added in for good measure. A ground lace full of color. The deep smell of wet soil, the sharper scent of coming winter. A time when the outside world roils with change.

It’s been a time of change inside my home, too. My husband’s son vacated the guest room, and moved in with his girlfriend. I’ve missed having him here, and have missed his young daughter, Shelby. Which might explain why I’m still working in my bedroom, on my mini desk, rather than relocating “back to my office.”

Mark of the Pterren finally has a cover now, too —










I hope readers like it — wings and fire are such dominant images in the story. I think my graphic designer did a beautiful job.

The book is still awaiting a final line-edit, but I’ve already paid a $75.00 deposit to my ebook formatter, 52 Novels. They’re a great company to work with, and I recommend them to any writer like me, who finds the thought of learning how to convert a Word doc to a Mobi file a terrifying idea. The stuff of my nightmares, right there.

Today, I spent the morning working on my mer novel, editing the result of a breakthrough with the story that felt like a long time in coming.

Mermaid's Wish by Shannon Maer









For a number of reasons, I’ve been plunged into despair while writing this book.

You would think, since it’s fantasy, that writing this book would be fun. And sometimes, it is. There are moments of joy.

The research has been brutal though. The climate change research. The state-of-the-ocean research. At the beginning of October, I read the first two-thirds of this book —










Song for the Blue Ocean, by Carl Safina (1997). Which is a beautiful book. Full of amazing research, and brilliant writing.

But as I read about the clear-cutting that took place in the Pacific Northwest, how timber companies ruthlessly (and pointlessly) annihilated over 93% of the ancient forest of Washington and Oregon, and sent trees over a thousand years old to China to pulp into filling for disposable baby diapers, I just broke down. At one point, I was at the dining table with my husband, and I just started sobbing, and Greg was like, “Maybe you should stop reading environmental stuff. Like, just stop. I hate seeing you cry.”

Greg was out of town the night I watched the first Democratic debate. When Bernie Sanders was asked what the greatest challenge facing America is right now — he didn’t even hesitate with his answer, spoke with conviction as he said, “Climate change,” and I jumped up and just stood there, shaking, so full of emotion, I couldn’t even breathe right. After the debate, I went online and donated another $50.00 to Bernie’s campaign, in addition to other funds I have pledged — (which is really Greg’s money, as I have no income right now. So I should say, Greg donated another $50.00 to his campaign).

We wish we could give Bernie more. I love that man so much. Here is a picture of me, sporting my Bernie shirt —

me in my Bernie shirt









I thank God for Bernie Sanders. Every day.

Though I still need to finish Song for the Blue Ocean, I started a different nonfiction title this week —










Arctic Dreams, by Barry Lopez (1986) — another environmental examination of wildlife destruction, and our changing relationship to the land, focusing on the Arctic Circle this time. Arctic Dreams won the National Book Award, and like Song for the Blue Ocean, it’s a long book to read, with difficult subject matter, but the research is excellent, and the prose is deeply rewarding. So far, I haven’t sobbed. That’s been a relief. I feel like my heart gets wrenched out of my chest and stomped on sometimes, but I haven’t had that moment of putting-my-head-down-and-bawling like I did for Safina’s book.

I finished reading the section on polar bears last night, around one in the morning. The section before that featured the muskox, and the muskox is so extremely fascinating, I really want to visit the Arctic now. Like, so bad. I want to see a wild muskox. And walk through an ancient forest of tiny trees. And witness a landscape as sere as a desert, with ice replacing the sand and sparse earth.

Yes, I know about the tar sands, and the massive collapse of Arctic trees in the melting permafrost due to global warming — things Barry Lopez doesn’t write about in this book, because they hadn’t happened yet. But there was already plenty of bad news in the Arctic by 1986 to feature in his book. Not that this book is a romp of negativity — neither Barry Lopez nor Carl Safina are pessimists — but they write of the world without flinching, and the behavior of humanity takes courage to read about.

So in the grip of my environmental despair, I ended up feeling very down about my mer story. The “villain” of this story is climate change, the novel features a “building” kind of opening, rather than a high-action scene many Young Adult fantasy novels start with — and I had this horrible feeling like I’d already failed. I have 15,000 words left to write, and I felt like, “Why bother? This book is terrible. No one wants this book. Just burn this manuscript and move on.”







Over the past week, I did mentally kill this book several times.

And in the meantime, I started a new novel. A vampire story I’ve been waiting to write for years. And I love my vampire novel. I even found a way to make climate change a big part of my vampire novel, so I could continue writing about the greatest moral dilemma the world has ever faced, the looming crisis I can’t turn away from and ignore.

I’m so excited for this book, so in love with it, I can’t wait to share the beginning here — on my blog — so my readers can see this project. This book has been a long time in coming, and it has the good fortune of being the fifth book I’ll write — and I can tell when I work on it, how much sharper I am at cutting words, paring down sentences, being ever more concise and savvy about word choice.

Then this morning, after giving myself a full week of vampire chapters, I went back to my mer novel.

I edited my beginning four chapters again.

And I found a place in my heart that still loves this book. Something in me that still thinks this story is noble and beautiful, even if it doesn’t open with “a high-action chapter.” Even if it just begins with a boy in his bedroom, a boy who can’t sleep because he’s afraid.

And — worst of all for a YA fantasy — the “villain” of this book isn’t an anthropomorphic manifestation of evil, chuckling with glee while the protagonists suffer, but is simply the ugly thing called human-caused climate change that many people reject, deny, or just prefer not to think about —

Even so. I have these two kids, a pair of teenagers named Rowan and Solei, and I have to finish their story. They’re not facing down an evil magician, or a rogue sorcerer bent on destruction and power, or a sea witch trying to steal their souls, or a ship captain intent to murder and maim and take over the world —

The antagonist of this story isn’t so cut and dry. In fact, this novel does everything that guarantees it’s ill-suited to the YA fantasy genre.

But to finish the story, I have to risk writing a book no one wants. Or a book the industry doesn’t want, I should say. I’m lucky I have friends who’ll always read the stories I write. I just keep hoping I’ll pen something I can sell, sooner or later.







Maybe my mer novel will strike out, the same way my other books have. So be it. Writing is just a weird thing that way. You keep on believing in it, even when you know you’re not following the flashing signs with the arrows that read “THIS way for SUCCESS!”

As Steve Jobs said, sometimes you just stay foolish and hungry. And that’s pretty much where I am in life this week. Very foolish. Very hungry.

But despite my heartache with my work, the sun came out today, and there was some bright blue sky intermixed with the pre-Halloween raindrops. And I’m rockin’ my Bernie shirt, sipping hot coffee, enjoying an egg sandwich and slices of goat cheese, and I might be hungry sometimes but I’m certainly not starving. Even if I’m not on the well-marked path of success, I AM on a path, and it’s as full of tricks and treats as any other.

Also, merpeople. My path has lots of merpeople on it. For the time being.







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4 Responses to Tricks and Treats, and Mark of the Pterren Now Has a Cover

  1. Hannah says:

    I absolutely LOVE your cover for Mark of the Pterren! It’s gorgeous! And I’m really glad you’re inspired again on your mer novel. šŸ™‚


  2. Edwin Young says:

    This thought candy is such a lovely self revelation your amazing imagination, writing expertise, and especially your unwillingness to surrender due to not selling your books. I suspect discovery and publication successes are much like a wight in the indeterminate paths of winds, ‘it listeth wherever it may’ and suddenly it just happens upon the right home to love it and be entertained and be nurtured by it under their midnight oil lamp. ed


    • MelissaStacy says:

      Thank you, Ed. I do often wish my passion had been a more conventional career choice. But I’d still rather have nothing, and make art, than focus on money. I just wish my mother’s home wasn’t at such risk, with an unpaid mortgage, and a probate case I can’t close. Those things are such heavy weights, yet here I am, pushing on. We all have our challenges to face. šŸ™‚


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