Good morning, y'all. Sorry about yesterday. I was still woogly from all the travel, and well, I got focused on revising a story that sold last week. This is a good thing. Writing fiction is my job, after all, and it takes priority over writing for free. That's just how it is. (More details once the contract is signed and the story is finalized with the editor.) Anyway... let's get busy with the Feminism, shall we? I've been effectively off the internet (and off TV too) for the past three weeks. I'm sorry if these links prove to be a little stale.
Yes. Feminism is about women having the right to opinions of their own--even ones that are anti-Feminist. However, anti-Feminist opinions are still anti-Feminist even if a woman espouses them. And there you are.
And now...those links.
Good morning, y'all. I hope your Monday is a good one so far. Me, I'm in the midst of packing for another week's stint of suitcase living. I'll be teaching at WriteFest 2018 in Houston, and I'm excited to meet my students for the first time tonight. That said, since I've been in Luxembourg and France for the past couple of weeks and not really paying attention to social media, today's link list will probably be short. (It's just as well. I don't have a lot of time before I need to head Houston-ward.) And now...today's video.
Sort of. Starting Monday, I'm teaching a writing workshop in Houston. (That would be WriteFest.) So, I'm only home for a couple of days and then I'm off again. All those years of dreaming I, too, could travel frequently and...now I can see how exhausting that can be. I'm not complaining--not even a little bit. Luxembourg was amazing. So was Belgium and France. The journey through the Ardenne and then Normandy with Ellen Kushner and Delia Sherman was downright magical. I'm excited about teaching a group of students who are serious about writing and doing it for four days straight. (That's the longest anyone has yet paid me to ramble on about things I'm passionate about.) I'm lucky to have so many amazing friends. And even luckier to be recognized for doing what I love. I truly am.
But wow is my own bed super attractive right now.
It's always something. I'll definitely be posting on Monday. Friday is a maybe. It depends upon how exhausted I am after a week of teaching. Hang in there, dear reader. I'll get back on schedule soon. I promise.
Travel is an amazing privilege and an incredible learning opportunity. I feel blessed. That sounds sappy, but there's really no other word for it. This was the first time I'd ventured onto the European continent. It was also the first time I'd visited a foreign country on my own that I didn't speak the language. I highly recommend doing so if you're a genre writer. Nothing teaches you more about First Contact, being foreign, and exploration in general like wandering off on your own and not being able to ask for the simplest things. Having a smart phone made everything easier. (And I had a wonderful time imagining I was a member of the Federation with a com device connected to the starship--which, in a sense, I was.) I'll never be able to watch a film or tv show where people venture into space an not feel it in my gut. It's terrifying, exciting, and joyful all at once.
This morning I woke up with a song from the film Waitress running in my mind. I'm not sure what to make of that. I suspect it's because I caught the end of it yesterday while Dane and I were having a lazy Sunday. The movie is a bittersweet little thing, if you've never seen it before. I relate to it because I live in the south, love baking pie, and...well...when I was younger I had terrible taste in men. Well worth checking out.
So, I'm heading off for Luxembourg on Wednesday. Hard to believe it's only a couple days away. I'm very much looking forward to it. That said, entries here might get a bit spotty for the next three weeks. I'm traveling for a convention (LUXCON!!!), hanging out in Paris for a week, and then I'll be teaching at Writefest in Houston. This is one of the few times in my life where the writing life is what you see in the movies--minus the hordes of adoring fans. Oh, I have fans. They're just not a horde. ;) Anyway, I enjoy it to the hilt while I can as anyone with a lick of sense would.
That said, here are today's video clips. First, this one explains why, sometimes, it's best to let others have something just for them.
Apparently, a couple of white dudes got rejected by literary agents due to their inability to write characters who don't happen to be exactly like themselves. That alone isn't so bad. It's normal for starting writers to screw up complex aspects of professional fiction writing. It takes years to master the craft well enough to be professionally published, and even then there are vast aspects that still must be studied in order to improve. Writing as an art form isn't easy. I can't emphasize this enough. We all start somewhere, and that somewhere is usually bad. To make things even more difficult, 98% of the time the new writer can't see how bad. (And yes, you can be 'new' even if you've been writing for decades.) Worse, too often it's difficult to pinpoint exactly what is wrong. So, improving and critiquing isn't a simple process. Regardless, mistakes aren't the problem. Mistakes are a good thing. Making mistakes is how humans learn the most thoroughly. Whether or not you're a writer with a professional attitude is all in how you approach your mistakes. In this case, the white male writers in question decided that the agent rejections weren't due to any need for improvement on their part. They blamed a Feminist conspiracy and then, of course, Twitter blew up.
Or, as I call it, Thursday.
Luckily, there were plenty of reality-checkers present. I especially like how one YA author and Twitter-user (thank you so much, @KosokoJackson) described it, "me, trying to figure out how or why a (yt) MAN thought starting a hashtag like #Misandryinpublishing would in anything but a brutal (well-deserved) takedown by the Valkyries of Twitter." The thread did indeed totally get taken over by the Valkyries of Twitter™, and it was a beautiful thing. As for the originators of the thread, that shit is going to sting for the foreseeable future. Hot tip, babies: publishing is a very small community. You better believe word gets around. By making it public, this mistake is going to be mighty difficult to recover from.
Once again, I'm reminded how ridiculous it is that white dudes seem to think they have anonymity on the internet--you know, that place where privacy died. Yes, it's time to stop telling white boys they can do anything or say anything. It's a disservice to them. It builds up their expectations, and society at large programs them into thinking they don't have to work for any of it. This is why so many white males resort to violence, guns, and/or verbal abuse. It's the frustration of socialized expectation.
Meanwhile, the rest of the known universe has to work twice as hard. This shit has to stop. Yes. Yes, white men, you can write about women, POC, QLTBAG persons, and the differently abled. However, you must do your homework. You cannot bullshit your way through. You will be called out on it. Just like the rest of us. Hell, chances are that even after you do your homework you'll get it wrong and be called out. Diversity is a complex topic due to intersectionality. You must learn empathy. And the best way to do that is to read the works of authors who are not like you.
Times are changing. Get with it, or get out of the way.
The second half of the procedure was completed yesterday. Here's to not having migraines for another six to nine months. I'm lucky in that the source of my migraines was easily found: arthritis in the spine. So, that just means I have to watch how I sit and stand, workout and walk more, and get stabbed a lot to cauterize those pesky nerves that don't like being pinched by unhappy joints. No big. Anyway, I was muzzy from the anesthesia yesterday. Thus, no blog. Sorry about that. And now...
And today's video.
Holidays--specifically holidays that Dane gets from work--throw me. I work from home. Combine this with the fact that I stick at this concept called 'Time.' So much depends upon "Is Dane at work? Okay. Weekday." And well...Dane had the day off yesterday. Combine that with birthday celebrations and... LOL.
So, part of my birthday celebration was cuddling up on the sofa with a blanket and a comforting movie. One of the films on the agenda was The Ramen Girl (2008.)
Today's inspirational image is brought to you by Black Panther. Dorothy Steel is the 91 year old actress who started acting at 88. She's amazing. And she's today's Badass of the day. Go her! May she get many more film roles after this one. She's great. Older women need more visibility on the screen--if for no other reason than to convince Americans that no, women don't vanish in a puff of smoke after age 30.
Speaking of comic book movies, my husband sent me a link to the first trailer for Deadpool 2 last weekend. At first, I wasn't enthusiastic. (Admittedly, I wasn't enthusiastic about Deadpool 1 until after I saw it. Now, it's one of my favorite super hero movies.) And then I saw Morena Baccarin as Vanessa something in my chest unknotted, and I knew everything was going to be all right. It took me until the next day to figure out what it was.
My entire life I've watched film after film wherein the white male lead drops everything to give his all to win the Woman of His Dreams™--only to have her vanish as if she'd never existed in the second movie. Sometimes, not very often, a non-emotional throw away line might explain her absence. Oh, she left me. Too bad. But I'm over it now. Or She died. I was sad. I grieved for a whole week. More often than not, no one spoke of the missing character. The woman of the main character's dreams, the woman that he spent an entire film obsessing over like some sort of highly dangerous stalker was suddenly not a factor in the story of our hero. It doesn't affect him much. Hell, she wasn't even worth altering the plot or creating some actual character building over. Worse, she's often replaced by some other Woman of His Dreams™. And I'm supposed to believe that she's the love of his life? It rang hollow every time. Worse, it backed up everything I'd been taught to believe about men from the first time I was sexually harassed--probably age 10. "He only wants to get into your pants. Once he gets what he wants, he'll be gone."
It doesn't say much positive about our hero, does it?
Whenever I'd ask my date, "Hey. What happened to Kim Basinger? Wasn't Vicky Vale the love of Batman's life?" My date would inevitably tell me, "Oh, the film company probably couldn't afford to bring her back. She's a big movie star." Well, knowing now what we know about women actors' salaries versus male actors' salaries we all know that's bullshit. And I sensed it was too at the time. After all, they brought back Michael Gough (Alfred) and Michael Gough (Commissioner Gordon). Hell, even Stan Lee--who isn't even technically a character in a movie--gets to appear in all the movies. Why not the Woman of Our Hero's Dreams™--unless she wasn't the Woman of Our Hero's Dreams™? And then I noticed that James Bond wasn't the only asshole that had a revolving door filled with girlfriends who would only be disappeared between that movie and the next. It was like being tortured with a thousand paper cuts. And yet, women were supposed to yearn to be the woman on that screen. I sure as hell didn't. I mean who wants to be used like a kleenex for one blow and then tossed in the trash without so much as an onscreen goodbye?
It sucks, y'all, and not in the good way. And now...those links you came here for.
Okay. Today's video.
Let's start today's post by giving this story a listen: Learning To Wage Peace. The discussion points out that violence doesn't solve problems. It creates them. Human beings need to spend more time learning how to negotiate through conflict rather than running away from it. If we learn best via trial and error, then it should come as no surprise that modern humans tend to be inept at resolving conflict without violence. Personally, I agree. How different would our culture be if we actually studied how to resolve conflict without resorting to violence?
Ultimately, Americans have to stop believing that the answer to every problem is a man with a gun. The Good Guy with a Gun schtick is a myth spread by the NRA to sell more guns. And as you can see by the first link, it's not the only one. These myths are fueled by the biggest myth of all: that violent crime is escalating. In fact, the data indicates that it's declining. So with that in mind, let's move on to cops, guns, and gun violence in schools.
There have been 290 incidents of gun violence in schools since Sandy Hook (2012.) There is no doubt that this is a problem. Gun advocates have proposed providing a larger police presence and/or arming teachers as means of making schools safer. I'm going to tell you why this is a very bad idea. First, go back to the list of debunked NRA bullet points, starting with the first. The presence of guns does not make everyone safer. It puts them at higher risk. That's merely taking accidents into account. Now, let's factor in cops and school power dynamics.
There is no doubt that the relationship between police and the American public has changed for the worse. Police are no longer viewed as safe. This is for damned good reasons. (See: numbers of people killed by police vs police killed on the job. 232 vs 16 and 2018 is less than three months old.) The police force has become dangerous. My hunch that the biggest factor is the uptick in the use of steroids. We've known about it since 2007 at least. Nothing seems to have been done about the issue, and we know there is a link between steroid use and aggression. In addition, police culture has become militarized. They're given military equipment, and police no longer consider themselves 'peace keepers'. They see themselves as warriors which puts them at war with the citizenry they're paid to protect. Now, add in a vast power imbalance between youth and gun-wielding police and the prevalence of unexamined racism. These lead to incidents like the one in Spring Valley High School. Worse, this environment speeds up the school to prison pipeline. As you can see, the whole idea of armed police presence in schools is horrific if you analyze it from just one angle.
Now, let's examine it from another: the biology of teens.
It starts early.
Good morning, y'all. I'm feeling clear-headed and energetic due to the removal of 75% of the head bees. The other 25% will be evicted in a couple of weeks--just in case the minor surgery impacts the blog. (Which, come on, we both know it will.) Anyway, here goes!
is a Science Fiction and Fantasy author living in Texas.