August 2019

The write life

By about the last act of the novel, I’m usually so tired of the whole process I want to give up. BUT I got it done. Cue golden light from the heavens and angels singing.

Next up are line edits, and those aren’t quite as mentally taxing. All my rewrites and new scenes/chapters are done, so this is good!

I’m kind of bummed it’s taken longer than I budgeted for, but this novel has just been really hard. It doesn’t take place in this world, but many of the incidents are pulled from the Philippine-American war, and not only are they brutal, but it’s only a stone’s throw from what you see in the news today. I’ve had to tread with care, especially with some of the interpersonal intricacies.

Current obsessions

Black Sails – So I’m watching season 3, and E has watched ahead to season 4. He even shaved his head and goatee to look like S3 Captain Flint. *sigh* Yes it can get violent, so I try not to watch when the toddler is around, which means I’m getting through it really slowly. Even though the main character’s are mostly white, I do appreciate that it doesn’t shy away from discussing slavery or class, and queerness is no big deal. I also appreciate that despite the heaviness, there is humor.

It’s not perfect. S1 has gratuitous sex and rape, and I almost didn’t get through it, but the further on in the seasons, the more character focused it gets.

It feels like a lot of shows go for shock factor in their first season. Perhaps if a show does well the actors renegotiate for less nudity in later seasons? I’m not sure what’s going on behind the scenes, but that’s my theory. Honestly, most of these shows don’t need anything beyond good character development, and I find the gratuitousness unnecessary and off putting.

If you’re unsure, here’s a review.




July 2019

State of the writer:

June did not cooperate with me. Health and work meant that I had to take a longer than expected break from writing. Now all my momentum is out the window. I’m trying to find it again, but re-starting from a full stop is difficult. I’m still not feeling great, and it doesn’t help things, but it’s starting to get better.

On my mind lately:

Maybe I’ve been been on the internet so long that I’ve become one of those grumpy old people that yells about change. I’ve had several discussions with friends lately about how the internet felt like it fell apart after Google’s RSS reader was discontinued, and blogs pretty much disappeared as a main source of community on the internet.

I still like blogging, because it allows me to be slightly more eloquent than on Twitter, which isn’t the best medium for anything more than a sound bite. Instagram, is very good for the visually inclined, and quickly sharing bits of moods or emotional truths. But I don’t think either quite replaces blogging.

I’m not sure why newsletters are being promoted as a must have these days, when my inboxes are overflowing, and the newsletters I subscribe to (no matter how entertaining they are) mostly they just get deleted.

Now we have subscription fee everything including newsletters, or Patreons for podcasts and extra short stories. I don’t begrudge anyone for the hustle, because it’s damned hard making a living in the arts! But I don’t have unlimited funds to support everyone I’d like to support (not even my friends), and I don’t have enough time to enjoy it all.

I don’t know. Maybe it feels like you have more control when something is not shared publicly with the masses like a blog is? Is that why newsletters are a thing now? On the other hand, I think my archives here feel like an archive of my life, and growth, and the changes over the years. There’s something to be said for the persistence of information: it can be both good and bad. In the meantime, I’m just going to keep at this, because I enjoy it.

Links on the state of diversity in kidlit:

I’m so happy there has been some positive change, and that discussions are happening in the industry, but there’s such a long way to go before all kids get to see themselves as the heroes of their own stories.