The Real Lesson of 12/12/12

Today is 12/12/12. You’re probably aware if you’re anywhere near social media. You may find it a curious footnote. You may find it cause for confetti and fire-ponies. You may find it signals for you some kind of… ill-translated Apocalypse. You may find it demands a cynical dismissive shaking-of-the-fist. Here’s what I’m taking away from 12/12/12 — This is the last time that we’ll experience a date like that. The same number repeated thrice. That, in and of itself, matters not at all. Not one squiggly whit. Nary a blip... Read The Rest →

The Wreck Of The S.S. Censorship (Or, “How Writers Steer Their Careers Into The Rocks”)

It's about how one dude misread who his audience is -- one assumes he thought the audience was just a bunch of high-fiving bro-heims like himself, when really, uh-oh, the audience has women in it, too. Women who matter. Women who will shank your ass in the shower for looking down on them and treating them like lessers.

On The Privilege Of Being A Writer

My mother’s father was a coal miner. (Died of black lung.) My father’s father was a farmer. Sun up to sun down. My father worked 4AM to 4PM in a chemical-rich pigment factory. My mother cleaned houses. Day in, day out, back-breaking work. I am a writer. I sit in a fairly comfy office chair put words down on screens and on paper and I tell stories. And outside my window is a pretty forest and lots of sunlight and my walls are a bright and optimistic green. I have... Read The Rest →

On The General Weirdness Of Having “Fans”

The article, by Damien Walter, asserts that (from the article's title): "Fandom matters: writers must respect their followers or pay with their careers." It's for many authors a rough and troubling assertion -- in it is the suggestion that the book (or movie or comic or whatever) is not enough (and, taken to an illogical degree, may not even matter).

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