My Poetry Book + Writing Plans

Hey everyone! I’m very happy to share the release of my poetry book Third Life and the commencement of Serious Writing Endeavors. ๐Ÿ˜€

It’s been a long time getting to this point—about 15 years. Like many young readers, in high school I really wanted to write books for a living. But life happened… and alongside it I grew disenchanted with my writing, both its actual quality and trying to fit it into the landscape of genre fiction. Not to mention, I was pretty shy back then and had few skills needed to actually make it work.

Maybe it was a necessary break. I became interested in poetry thanks to Tolkien, which started a decade’s love of writing in verse. Getting over my initial skepticism, I competed in NaNoWriMo several years, which turned out to be a joyful experience and extremely valuable for this recovering perfectionist. I read new authors and kinds of literature I’d never encountered before. And then, just living life—which, ironically enough, happens to be the thing that finally gets me back into writing.

So Third Life contains some of that poetry (60 poems total). And next year, I’ll be back to revising the novels, such as Geronium’s Window which some of you were kind enough to alpha-read a few years ago!

I won’t be posting about my writing on this blog much in the future—mixing self-promotion with classic books feels extremely precarious and uncomfortable. ๐Ÿ˜† But for anyone interested, the website is MarianHRowe.com. There’s a blog and a YouTube channel now, a bit sparse at the moment but much more to come…

Happy Thanksgiving!

Thanks for the sympathies that ye have shown!
Thanks for each kindly word, each silent token,
That teaches me, when seeming most alone,
Friends are around us, though no word be spoken.

Kind messages, that pass from land to land;
Kind letters, that betray the heart’s deep history,
In which we feel the pressure of a hand,–
One touch of fire,–and all the rest is mystery!

The pleasant books, that silently among
Our household treasures take familiar places,
And are to us as if a living tongue
Spice from the printed leaves or pictured faces!

Perhaps on earth I never shall behold,
With eye of sense, your outward form and semblance;
Therefore to me ye never will grow old,
But live forever young in my remembrance!

From “Dedication” by H. W. Longfellow