Well, there's not much going on over here except writing. And, you know, trying to sink myself into a new universe. This is both my favorite part and my least favorite. Anything can happen, starting with losing track of time. (Which clearly is a thing right now, obviously. Sorry.) Be patient. It pays off. Usually. :) In addition, I've started a series of injections that are supposed to call a halt to the Head Bees for up to a year. That'll be great because trying to think around a migraine is a bitch and those things go on for days. Nonetheless, whenever I go through any medical procedure that involves hospitals and unconsciousness I get a little wiggy. (Even if it's minor and of the outpatient variety--which this is.) Sorry about being a giant flake.
At least the writing is going well.
In addition to writing, I've been catching up on my space opera. I was strongly focused on Fantasy for a couple of decades. It's time to switch gears because I've missed a great deal. I've read a few volumes of The Expanse which I enjoyed. There's been a visit with Vonnegut and Bradbury, of course. At the moment, I'm plowing through Lois McMaster Bujold's Vorkosigan novels. Soon there will be more current works as well as some Samuel L. Delany, more Octavia Butler, and then a revisit to C.J.Cherryh's Faded Sun series. (Because I absolutely love it.) I've stacks and stacks and stacks of reading to do. So, there's that. I've also been checking out Space.com for inspiration. I'm way, way behind, y'all. Holy crap.
But it's fun. And that's good, or I'd be losing all hope of catching up.
Good morning. I wanted to say that I deeply appreciate y'all dropping by for each week's collection of links and commentary. Hopefully, this still helps provide a bigger picture just by having them in the same place. Yes, I curate the links. But I figure this is a good, solid start. Feminism isn't about agreeing on every detail. If the whole point to it is that women are people--this also means we're allowed to disagree amongst ourselves. Blind loyalty without criticism is not a good thing in a philosophy if you ask me. Anyway, I've learned a great deal from my sisters who've disagreed with me. And I've grown and learned as a result. Hopefully, this will continue. And now, for those links.
This is why I don't find it even remotely funny when people use "bitch" and "pussy" to put down others.
Jen's activism checklist: May 21, 2017.
It's been quite the week. The news coming out of the White House is increasingly frantic. I've been reading about staffers hiding in nearby rooms while long streams of curses are screamed in a locked down Oval Office. (Someone apparently scaled the White House fence again.) No doubt about it, some unbelievable shit is going on. The Washington Post and the New York Times are duking it out for a future Pulitzer Prize. (Thank the gods.) Thus, every day a new set of problematic/dangerous information comes out. The frequency has gone from weekly to daily and now hourly. One thing is for certain: Dear Republicans, this shit is going to stain.
To top it off, Roger Ailes died. That man did serious damage to American political discourse and American politics in general. Rupert Murdoch and his money are still around, sadly. Mind you, Ailes had already been removed due to the sexual harassment charges/suits filed against him. The fact that he's dead might mean those women might not get justice. I hope that's not the case.
All in all, I'd say that Toxic Masculinity is having a rough month. Good. I hope it goes down and stays down. No one needs it.
So, yesterday's post was postponed due to Head Bees, but not due to migraines. I had my first round of Serious Level Neck shots. They put me out for it--as painful as the Junior level shots can get, I figured it was wise. And I was correct. I even felt the pain under general (light) anesthesia. They must've had a good laugh. I know I was whispering "Ouch." over and over at one point. I've zero memory after that. So, they hit me with the hard stuff. Anyway, I'm super happy because it worked! It's raining and overcast today and I don't even have sparkles on the edges of my vision. Zilch. And I didn't wake up with my shoulders cramped up and digging into my ears. I feel very lucky to have this as an option. It isn't cheap, y'all. And not everyone who has migraines has an option that works this well. Did I mention I <3 science, modern medicine, and medical insurance? I wouldn't be alive today without them. (Please, oh, please, let single-payer be in America's future. It's not ethical that not everyone can get the care they need.)
Anyway, my husband took me home afterward, he made me a pillow nest like he does, and I ended up watching tv. I needed something soothing. So, I turned on Netflix and lo and behold there was Anne with an E.
I love it. I confess, I never read the novels. (I was too immersed in Joan Aiken's and Zilch Keatley Snyder's books to even notice.) Based upon conversations I've had with Jen from Skiffy and Fanta, well...I suspect they might have glossed over the very real threat and abuse Anne would've lived with before the Cuthberts came into her life. This version doesn't do that. At. All. Also, they do a wonderful job of underlining Diana's Aunt's lesbian relationship with zero judgement of any kind. I love-love-love that. Yes, the cast is awfully white. That's the only downside as I see it. So yesterday was pretty wonderful in spite of the (slight) pain. All that, and Torchy's Tacos. :)
So, imagine how happy I am to wake up to news that we've a special prosecutor in the Russia-Trump investigation AND he's amazing. I'm thrilled to death about this development. [crosses fingers] Here's hoping for an impeachment and a thorough White House scrubbing of collaborators no later than 2018.
To top it off, I also just found out about this:
Per usual, I'm actually crying right now. (Sadly, this happens every time I see an instance of Feminism/powerful, non-sexualized female representation in SF.) Not only an Asian woman captain but a black woman too?! FINALLY!!!!!! I'm so proud of Star Trek and of being a Trekkie. I truly am.
Good morning, y'all! Hope your Monday has been a happy one so far. Sorry for the Mother's Day aspects of the image (a day late and hey, not everyone has happy feelings about the holiday) but I felt the message was too important to pass up. Anyway, here's today's video:
If you follow me on FB, you'll already be familiar with that video. So, skip this paragraph and go to the next one. If you don't, here are my feelings on the matter. When I was first starting as a writer my first teacher/mentor gave me this bit of advice. (Imagine a very polite southern lady and it becomes quite memorable.): "The ideal POV from which to tell the story is from the perspective of the character whose goat gets fucked." That is, the character most harmed by the situation. The script writers made the least interesting choice. They assumed the male perspective would be the most interesting. As a result, they spend the first third of the film justifying his terrible decision. By taking the woman's POV, the entire film would've been 100% better. And this is why POV matters. Pick the best, most interesting one. Not the one you're most comfortable with.
That's a more suitable image. And hey, I love Gilda Radner et all. :) Head bees have been a problem this week, making it difficult to concentrate. Add the doctor's visits (all standard pre-procedure stuff, no worries) and well, my brain has been focused elsewhere. The good news is soon I'll have relief from migraines for a whole year. So yay!
In other news, I've been continuing to watch The Handmaid's Tale which continues to rock. Also, Hulu's Harlots is amazing--it just took a darker turn. (Poor Jessica Brown Findlay. Her characters really should swear off Irish rebels. Heh.) Oh, and Sense8's second season is out! YAYAYAYYAAYYAY! I've been through one episode so far. It's still great. And I got sucked into Stephen King's 11.22.63 (also on Hulu) which is turning out to be really good. (Now I gotta read the book.)
All of a sudden, I'm not regretting talking Dane into that Hulu membership. ;)
Sorry I'm late today. Spent the morning making words on the new novel project. Sometimes that has to take priority. Oh, today, we have a cartoon.
And now today's video:
So, I've been watching The Handmaid's Tale on Hulu during the latest round of Republican hate-slation. (See: a healthcare bill that targets women with "pre-existing conditions such as rape, c-sections, and other 'ailments,' a religious freedom executive order that permits religious organizations to participate in politics, as well as legislation regarding overtime--three guesses how that one turned out.) It's been anxiety-inducing to say the least. That said, it's an important novel (and TV series) with a message that needs to be heard right now by those who are sitting on the fence on the issue of women's rights.
Is it an exaggeration? It's SF dystopia. Of course it is. However, this is one of those instances where the exaggeration isn't much of one. Offred's world is only a couple more political pendulum ticks over to right from where we are now. It's the natural result of all the bigoted policies being instituted in the US government now. It's the ultimate conclusion via a belief that women's bodies are not their own and that the possible unborn's life always cancels out the mother's. It's the consequence of treating rape as a "gift from God." It's the end result when LGBT persons are declared "gender traitors" and have their rights stripped.
Don't make the mistake of thinking this could never happen. Women know all too well that it can--particularly after the last election. Frankly, I'm glad that I'm not married to a man that poo-poos my fears in this arena. (Again, not after the last election, he doesn't.) There's a scene where June's husband does this very thing after her job and her bank account have been taken from her. "It gives me the opportunity to take care of June and Hannah [his daughter]. What's wrong with that?" It gives me chills--particularly since I actually saw a woman on FB saying that she was going to give up watching it with her husband because he sees the whole thing as being ridiculous. [shudder]
Yeah. Tell HRC and her supporters and every woman and LGBT person that's been sexually abused, beaten, discriminated against in the workplace, and murdered that there's no misogyny and that it's not dangerous or harmful. Go ahead.
I'll add that the show is a brilliant adaptation of the novel. I read it more than twenty years ago, mind you, and I've recommended it to just about every woman I know. I'm definitely due for a reread.
 At least two US congressmen have made that statement, and as far as I know have never apologized or admitted they were horrifically wrong.
Sorry about that. I need to make my own graphic for Head-Bee Day. I like bees, generally. I just don't like the faux bees that sometimes nest in my head. The nice thing is, we know the cause. There is a preventative treatment that doesn't involve brain-altering drugs. It's just expensive. (Of course.) So, it's taking some time to arrange. But soon, I won't have to worry about head-bees for six months to a year. Yay!
Enough about that.
So, here's the big news: I've signed a new contract for a new novel with Saga Press/Simon and Schuster. It's a Feminist SF and the working title is Persephone Station. The genre influences will be Space Opera, Westerns, Heist, and a touch of Northern Irish Crime. All the main characters will be women--mostly women of color. It's a new direction for me, but I definitely wanted to do something different. I enjoy fresh challenges. I know I can write interesting male characters. It's past time for me to get equally comfortable with interesting female characters. Also, I've always wanted to write SF. I just didn't feel I was ready to try. Well, I'm ready now, damn it.
So...here goes. Wish me luck. :)
Good afternoon, y'all. Sorry I'm late. I've been writing and dealing with a fresh round of medical appointments. Nothing serious. Just getting some neck injections for the migraines. Since those seem to work really well, I'm going in for the big guns. This means I'll be migraine free for almost a year. (I'm down with that. It's hard to think when the head bees come for a visit.) Anyway, here are today's videos.
is a Science Fiction and Fantasy author living in Texas.