Amal El-Mohtar

Content Note: This post is about unexpected pet loss.

Dear Friends, Happy August, Merry Lammas.

Dear Friends, I last wrote on March 24, from the Pacific, the day Seasons of Glass and Iron was released into the world, on the cusp of travelling to promote it.

Dear Friends, It's here!

Dear Friends, Happy Lunar New Year, Ramadan Kareem and Lenten Season to all who celebrate!

Dear Friends, Happy New Year!

Dear Readers, One month and two letters ago, I wrote, Just one more bout of travel in two weeks, for two weeks, and then I'll let winter settle over me and put me to bed.

I'm sitting at a hotel room desk in Barcelona, with 52 minutes before I need to head downstairs and hail a taxi to the airport. 18 minutes ago this seemed like an abundance of time, but now I write in haste, already feeling light and memory slipping away…

Dear Friends, It's the kind of autumn day I associate with September more than October: warm in the sun but brisk in the shade, trees still green and leafy with some vivid exceptions in scarlet and gold.

Dear Friends, I've been trying to send a newsletter about What I've Done This Summer for...

Dear Friends, I'm so excited to share the cover of my upcoming short story collection!

Dear Friends, I got back to Ottawa from the UK last night, having spent a wonderful couple of weeks doing events and catching up with family.

Dear Friends, A curiosity about Ghost, this newsletter software I use, is that every time I log in to write something in it I'm haunted by past selves.

Apologies if you're getting this newsletter twice – it seems to have had a lot of delivery issues, from turning up in spam to being delivered hours late to simply not being delivered at all.

From where I'm sitting – on a dear friend's couch in Colorado – I both can and can't see a mountain.