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Kids Are Fucking Weird (Part 4,912)

Last night, B-Dub came into the living room where we are ensconced, and he said, somewhat poutily, “I want a new stuffed animal.”

Our response, practically canned at this point, was: “Christmas is coming up soon, and also, you just got like, 300 stuffed animals in Hawaii. And, you have so many stuffed animals at this point that we took away your bed so we could and we replace it with a giant sack stuffed with stuffed animals. You’re good. Relax.”

He became more indignant, then. Generally, he’s tantrum-averse these days, but he still gets grumpy, as any five-year-old is wont to do. And he asserted, with a stomp of his foot, “I want a new stuffed animal.”

So began the classic parental speech of, blah blah blah, if you can’t appreciate the things you have, why would we get you new things and also perhaps you don’t want the things you already have, blah blah blah.

Panicked, he said, “So, I’m not getting any stuffed animals for Christmas?!”

“We don’t know,” we said, shrugging. “We’ll see.”

(Another popular parental phrase: We’ll see. It’s the two-word equivalent of kicking the can down the road so you don’t have to deal with the can right now.)

His little face screwed up tight, not with grief but with a special kind of mischievous anger, and he said, quite confidently: “If you take my Christmas presents away, I’m taking your Christmas presents away.” (Here, echoes of my own father on the phone with the power company. They had him overdue on a bill, which was not his way. He said he paid it. They said he didn’t. The power company told him they’d turn his power off, and his response was: “If you turn my power off, I’ll turn your power off.” A nearly impossible threat, and probably unwise. But it worked.)

Anyway, we laughed. He wondered why we were laughing, and we said:

“We already had our Christmas presents. Our trip to Hawaii was our present to us.”

This boggled him for about three seconds, obviously stymying his plans.

But then, a new plan stirred.

“I will take Hawaii out of your head,” he said.

“What?” we asked, uncertain what we just heard.

I will take the memories of Hawaii away from you.”

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Holy shit, what the actual fuck? That was an astonishing threat. That he actually said. We kind of warily acquiesced, ha ha, okay, and then he promptly went to his drawing table (where he draws pictures nigh-endlessly), and he began to draw for about fifteen minutes.

After those minutes had passed, he delicately tore something out of a piece of paper with pinching fingers, then signaled for our attention. We looked over, and he stood there with a piece of paper hanging above his head. On this piece of paper was a ghost. (More a Pac-Man style ghost in design, if you need the visual.) B-Dub held it above him, then he dramatically fake died and fell to the ground. With fluttering hand, he helped the the paper ghost arise from his supine body.

B-Dub said, the paper fluttering, “I AM NOW GHOST ME.”

And “ghost him” proceeded to go grab a couple more pieces of paper. The cut-out-ghost brought us these pieces of paper, which were drawings that clearly illustrated the ghost hovering over two people (the words Mommy and Daddy written over these two people), and around ‘Mommy’ and ‘Daddy’ were images of palm trees and the ocean and other Hawaiian icons. Those icons were all pointing, via arrow, toward the ghost. Then — then! — in the next image, the ghost exploded those things with fireballs. “GHOST ME IS IN YOUR HEAD, STEALING YOUR MEMORIES,” B-dub explained. “THEN I EXPLODE THEM WITH FIRE.”

I was impressed, and said so. He was having fun drawing it. He was channeling his art into this… well, this terrifying act of him somehow turning into a ghost that is able to get into our heads and steal our memories in order to burn them up, but I mean, what can I say? I loved it. He seemed happy and content, and was no longer angry, and now Mommy and Daddy have precious art we can hang on our fridge of our memories being stolen and burned by an angry ghost child.

Kids are fucking weird.

And I love it.

Macro Monday Brings The Maui Macro (And A Bit Of News)

Look at that little lizard dude-slash-dudette.

(An anole, I believe.)

Very surprised this critter let me get that close. But, it did, and I am enamored of the texture captured over that eyeball. It feels real enough to touch. I had another cool anole shot — one who again was willing to pose for me — or, rather, I wish I got the shot that I wanted. This next lizard was covered in water droplets, and I never really got any shots that captured what I wanted. They either captured the droplets but not the lizard, or like this one below, it captured the lizard but not really the droplets. (DOF was too narrow, should’ve opened it up some.)

Alas.

I’ll post some more Maui shots at the bottom of the post, or you can check out the (still-growing) set of them that I’ve posted in an album over yonder at Flickr. But first, some news —

First: INVASIVE is $2.99. Why is it on sale in e-book? I have no idea! Let’s just go with HEY, IT’S A CHRISTMAS PRESENT or something. If you’ve been wanting to take a chance on it, please nab it up. And spread the word, if you so care. And, if you’re willing to leave a kind review, I’d appreciate that. Or, if you have a surly review, please scream it into a hollow stump somewhere. Anyway, go and getchoo some antpocalypse.

Second: My agency sold rights to my writing book, 250 Things You Should Know About Writing, to the Russian publishing house, Alpina! And then —

Third: We also sold the next three Miriam Black books to Beijing White Horse Time, who hold the rights to the first three. If you haven’t seen the very cool Chinese cover for Blackbirds, well —

Love that cover.

Don’t forget about the AWKWARD AUTHOR PHOTO CONTEST, still ongoing.

Also check out my Gifts For Writers 2016 post yesterday.

I think that’s it for news. I’ve got a couple other pieces I’m sitting on, but can’t really talk about yet, so — *stitches mouth shut, screams from behind flesh gag* — onward to a few more Maui pics. Please to enjoy.

This sunset pic is from 10,000 feet. At the top of a volcano, you can see the coast and ocean:

Here’s another sunset pic from Haleakala:

Looks like Mars up there —

I’m quite partial to this photo. Someone is hiding in this pic, though…

HERE IS A SASSY GOAT.

Hey! Beach! Sunset! Pretty!

Last one for the day — LOOK AT THESE STUPID ROCKS.

Gifts For Writers, 2016

giftsforwriters2016

(Gifts for Writers 2014 here.)

(Gifts for Writers 2015 here.)

(Please check those out, too, for cool ideas.)

1. A Good-Ass Carafe

(Vital to note hyphen placement. Please do not buy a “good ass-carafe”) Here’s how my writing day goes — I stumble out of bed, I water the dogs, I kill whatever giant spiders have nestled in the eaves of my cathedral, I make eggs, I give my child his magical growth serum, then I brew coffee. I brew about twenty ounces of coffee, I stick it in a thermal carafe, and then I’m off to my day, and I bring a proper mug, and pour when I need it. That coffee is kept warm all damn day. So go buy this thermal carafe for your writer pal, and make them happy.

2. Customizable Notebook

Check out Wrights Notes notebooks. You tell them what you want your notebook to look like, and boo-bam, you get two of them off the bat. They are not the only game in town, mind you — Google “customizable notebooks” and you’ll get a veritable plethora.

3. Litreactor Courses

ALL Y’ALL’S WRITER PALS NEED SCHOOLING ON HOW TO DO THIS WRITEY-FLAVORED THANG. EVEN ME, BECAUSE I SAY THINGS LIKE ‘WRITEY-FLAVORED THANG,’ WHICH IS NOT HOW ANYONE SHOULD REFER TO ANYTHING, AND THEY SHOULD NOT DO IT IN ALL CAPS, YET HERE I AM, BLITHERBLATHERING IN ALL CAPS. But seriously, hey look, these LitReactor courses are cool as hell. And I know a lot of the people giving them (Delilah Dawson! Melissa Olson! Ania Ahlborn! Weston Ochse! Brad Beaulieu!), which is nice because it’s clear these people and these courses are legit. Lots coming in the new year. The writer pal in your life will appreciate it.

4. Comixology Unlimited

I read differently now that I’m a writer — and I also try to read more diversely and outside of my own format. Bonus: I write comics now, sometimes, when I am able to steal the key and escape my cage. Sometimes writers only have a few moments here and there, and comics make for snappy, zippy reading on any mobile device. Get them a Comixology gift card which can be applied to their new Netflixian service, Comixology Unlimited.

5. Audible Subscription

Related: get them an Audible Subscription for maximum audiobook goodness.

6. Tequila Mockingbird

This is a book about literary-themed cocktails. And given the ever-burning septic system fire that was 2016 — and given what’s likely to come in the smoldering fuckstack that will be 2017! — I expect we’re all gonna be doing some drinking. So, for your writer pal: Tequila Mockingbird. Or just buy them booze, I guess. I’ll take a VW bug full of gin, please and thank you.

7. Spa Day, Motherfucker

Being a writer means crumpling up your body like a dented soda can and hunching over your creative brilliance until your spine bows and your shoulders melt into a crooked pile and all your bones are like twisted vines. It’s great. But sometimes that means you need some help just… y’know, working that out. Throw in stress from our various creative industries compressing our body and mind and I dunno about you, but I could use someone to massage all that out of me. I could use a manicure, a pedicure, one of them fancy face-wraps, a foot massage, a nipple shellacking, a tummy tickle, a chin scrub, a butthole buffing, everything. I’d love a spa day. But if you won’t buy me one, maybe buy one for the writer pal in your life.

8. I’m Just Saying, Jeni’s Now Has Flat-Rate Shipping

Listen, in my earlier GIFTS FOR WRITERS posts, I advocate the gift of ice cream, and that’s because ice cream is amazing. And Jeni’s ice cream is the best of them all. Thing is, Jeni’s used to be hella ‘spensive to ship to most of the country. Ah! Not so anymore, my dubious friends. Now, flat-rate shipping to the states (well, 48 of them). Just $13. So go get some ice cream for your writer pal. I can make recommendations if you need it.

9. Dark Chocolate Subscription

Dark chocolate is magical and mysterious. I’m sure it’s not actually healthy, but we can pretend it is, can’t we? Look, I’ll even spin it and say that “dark chocolate is brain food.” Is it? Who fucking cares? We live in a post-truth age, dontchaknow? Ha ha ha! Behold the Cocoa Runners giftbox. Give your writer pal some, ahem, cough cough, brain food.

10. A Manuscript Consult

A writer of a novel is writing blind, and may need some guidance or editing from another capable writer. Kat Howard, for instance, will do a developmental edit of a novel. As does Laura Anne Gilman! (Actually, I asked about this on Facebook, and you’d be surprised how many of your favorite authors may offer editing. Feel free to drop into comments and note yourself if you are one such author who offers consults and edits!) Here’s a pretty good list via Eric Smith.

11. Superfight!

I like games that work your creative muscles (not a genital euphemism, you pervhead) and that tease out stories. RPGs are good for this, obviously, and you know, if you ever wanted to do something cool for me, just run a session of D&D for me because it’s been too fucking long. But! Also consider for your writer pals: Superfight! Rad card game. Not so, erm, controversial as CAH. If you want something more officially RPG-ey, then Fiasco will be your jam. Bonus: short play sessions make this easy to hop in, tell a story, and then go do something else. Like watch porn. Or rob a bank. Or masturbate while watching a bank being robbed. Weirdo.

12. Haikubes

Kinda like magnetic poetry except, uhh, cubes? Yeah. Poke your poetry buttons with Haikubes.

13. Mix-And-Match Profanity Generator

I feel like the title says it all.

14. Profanity Dictionary

Don’t want to make up your own profanity? Well, here’s a book: Jibber Jabber and Giffle Gaffle. It goes through a history of so-called ‘salacious slang’ through the ages.

15. An Experience

Story is an engine. We must feed it with information, ideas, and experiences. Give your writer pal an experience. I don’t mean to put winky air-quotes around that (“Give your writer pal an ‘experience,’ by which I mean, a prostate massage with a bumpy cucumber! Merry Peggingsday!”) — I mean, y’know, give them a trip. Or hiking shoes. Or SCUBA lessons. Whatever you put into that engine will make the story go. Help them make the story go.

16. Couple of Handweights

Writing is not the healthiest job. Our bodies atrophy under the onslaught of words — our fingers are muscley from typing, but the rest of us is sludgey like dashi-plumped udon noodles. Get your writer pal a set of small handweights. It helps, I promise.

17. Under Desk Foot Massager

Do not stick this thing up your ass. (Or you’ll end up on one of those websites of embarrassing X-Rays.) Sitting at a desk is not ideal for your posture, and foot cramps and plantar fasciitis is not uncommon. So, go get the thing that is definitely not a hedghoggy butt plug (no flared base!) and bring your under-desk feet some sweet, sweet relief.

18. A Brother Laser Printer

Why am I recommending a laser printer? And a Brother, no less? I have a Brother H-2070N and it is a workhorse of a printer. And InkJets are total scams. Every page takes a thimble of ink, and then you have to buy another $700 cartridge (which explains why the printer came free in a fucking cereal box). But my laser prints endlessly. I’ve had it for just shy of ten years now and I’ve replaced the toner cartridge once. And I’ve printed out endless contracts and manuscripts — as your writer pal is also likely to do. This model is old, but newer ones exist (like the HL-2300D), and everybody I know tells the same workhorse story for their Brother printers. (Just avoid the all-in-ones, as more will break. Plus with cell phones, you don’t need scanners much anymore. I also skip color as I find it an unnecessary frill.)

19. QwerkyWriter!

Okay, I kinda love this keyboard for your iPad. Actually, I do a lot more writing on my iPad than I used to, thanks to it now having a fully-functional MS WORD suite — super-stable, totally accessible app. A cool mechanical keyboard like this would be a nice complement.

20. Great Headphones

I have Sennheiser Momentum headphones. I’m sure there are ones you like better — point isn’t to get mine (though they’re comfy and lovely!), point is that sometimes, a writer needs to drown out the world and a pair of quality headphones can help them do exactly that.

Self-Aggrandizing Promo 1: Terribleminds Merch

MugsCertified PenmonkeyArt Harder (NSFW)Art Harder (SFW)The Secret of Writing (NSFW)Writer Juice, and the newest addition: CAFFEINE, MOTHERFUCKER. DO YOU SPEAK IT? Er that one is pretty obviously NSFW.

T-Shirts: Certified Penmonkey, Art Harder (NSFW).

Self-Aggrandizing Promo 2: Writer Books By Yours Truly

Like howzabout The Kick-Ass Writer, or the Writing E-Book Bundle?

If you got cool writer gift ideas, drop ’em in the comments.

Merry Peggingsday, one and all.

The Awkward Author Photo Contest Awakens

One more post before I fuck right off to a warm and distant island —

Hey! YOU.

I have a stack of the new Miriam Black novel, Thunderbird, that I’d like to give away. The book doesn’t come out until February, but damnit, I have ARCs, and I’d love for you to have one.

And! Since it’s National Novel Writing Month, I figure this is a good time to engage in a much-needed and momentary distraction in order to playfully envision yourself as the AUTHORIAL PRESENCE you hope to be — which is to say, it’s time to depict yourself in an awkward author photo in the hope of winning BIG FANCY PRIZES (cough cough that are actually mostly just books cough cough but hey shut up books are awesome).

You can see the entrants into the first contest here. Or, examples:

What exactly goes into an awkward author photo, you ask? Well, I don’t know! The goal is not to make a real, official back-of-the-book-jacket photo, but instead to make something weird, funny, goofy, uncomfortable, or awkward. Something to make people laugh or, I dunno, stare worriedly at your deranged visage. If you want to make it Miriam Black-themed and throw in a couple birds, sure. If you want it to be Christmas-themed, or Star Wars-ian, or Fuck-2016-themed, since all are relevant: hey, you do you. Have fun with it. No requirements other than:

It needs to be a photo of you. An author photo, like you’d find on the back of the book jacket.

Photoshop is fine, provided you’re ‘shopping a real photo.

The rules are:

The contest runs from today till December 14th, 2016, noon, EST.

You get one entry. Just one. Multiple entries disqualifies you.

Email that entry — a photo of medium size, at least 700px wide — to me at terribleminds at gmail dot com, and when you do…

Use the subject (and this is a must): AWKWARD AUTHOR PHOTO CONTEST SUBMISSION 2016.

I will search for that subject, and if it ain’t exact, I might miss your entry.

Your photo will be uploaded to a public Flickr page so that it can be seen and judged, and it may also end up here on the blog or other social media if it’s one of the winners. I don’t own the photo, though, and I claim no rights to it. If you want to share credit for who took the photo, please do! I’ll include any credit I get with the photo page.

Open to international (non-US) participants, but international winners pay their own shipping.

I will get the photos up and judged in the week following the contest deadline, which means the books will likely be out to you around or just after Christmas, but before New Years.

The prizes:

I’ll pick one BIG-ASS WINNER, and said Big-Ass Winner will receive: a copy of Thunderbird, and, I’ll throw in some of my other books, too, all signed. Plus: hey, I’ll pitch in a $50 giftcard to the indie bookstore of your choice — even if you don’t have one near you, a number of the best ones ship. (Note: this will require that I actually be able to buy a gift cert for that bookstore. If you name a bookstore that won’t let me buy one for you, I’ll have to default to, say, Mysterious Galaxy or WORD or some such, be advised.)

Then, you, the audience will pick your favorites.

The top four will each get a physical copy of Thunderbird and I’ll also throw in one of my self-pubbed writing e-books, your choice. (Excludes Kick-Ass Writer.)

The rest of you will all get a participation trophy. Which is an imaginary high-five from me, because you’re awesome, and I love you. I mean, I don’t love you in a creepy way. I’m not going to show up at your house with a boombox and a clownsuit.

Just the clownsuit, probably. No boombox for you.

ANYWAY, so them’s the rules.

It begins now.

Have fun.

Macro Monday’s The Hell Outta Here

SO HEY HI GUYS HOW ARE YOU has anything been happening since the last Macro Monday anything at all what’s that nothing’s been happening everything is fine oh okay cool see you later.

*pulls bucket back over head, hums quietly to self*

Ahem.

Yeah, no, if only it were that easy to duck and cover.

Obviously, I hope you’re doing okay, and if not, feel free to say so and email me or say hi on Twitter and while I’m not sure I can offer much by way of actual optimism and encouragement, I’ll be happy to do my best.

In other news, expect this blog to go quiet until around December 1st — this week I’ll be fucking right off to Hawaii, which, y’know, I know, woe is me. We’ve been trying to get back to Hawaii since our son was born (on our last trip, my wife was saddled with morning sickness resulting from the tiny person, which led to her reduced enjoyment of the overall Aloha experience), and so we’ve been planning this trip now for a while. I did not quite expect that it would fall in the wake of such a bleak time, but I’m going to use it to get away, bask in the sun like a mule-kicked hound, and clear away any of the brain spiders that have been building webs in my skull over the last week (really, the last many months).

This means obviously that any extra writing talk will be shuttered for the rest of the month, so I won’t be around for the remainder of National Novel Writing Month. (Though, part of me suspects that most participants in NaNoWriMo are gonna need a mulligan. And probably a bottle of whiskey apiece.) I’ll note quite selfishly again that if you’re looking for a big epic fear-crushing bundle of my own writing advice, you can grab my 8-book bundle for 25% off (so, $15) with code NANOWRIMO. Click here to do exactly that. Or, for a more polished and concise presentation, you may find value in The Kick-Ass Writer, which is free for Amazon Prime subscribers.

Or, more self-promo alert, if you’d rather the sweet nepenthe of escapist fiction, for some reason a bunch of my books are on sale in e-book. Looks like Zer0es, Blackbirds, Mockingbird, The Cormorant, they’re all down to $6.99, and even Thunderbird on Kindle is pre-orderable at $7.99. Invasive is down to $9.99. (You might argue that given the climate, both Zer0es and Invasive will give you lots to talk and think about.) Then there’s Forever Endeavor, which is just $2.99 and does some neat things with time travel and regret and also tying together some elements of the overall Wendigverse…

ANYWAY.

Self-promo flurry over.

Here I’ll also note some books by authors I love recently —

Just started reading the flipped-on-its-head Lovecraftian noir tale, Hammers on Bone, by Cassandra Khaw, who is really good and also really twisted so, y’know, go looky.

If you want to amp up that cold, greasy feeling of a reality slipping away from you, continue on and read the Southern Reach trilogy by Jeff Vandermeer.

I’m behind on my Daniel Polansky, but really, just go grab The Builders right now.

If you want non-fiction, Mary Roach is always a funny and informative winner, and her newest, Grunt, is no different — the science of the military, of the soldier, laid bare.

Ramez Naam’s The Nexus Trilogy is on deep-sale right now and so worth it.

Finally, I just finished reading three books that aren’t out yet, but you should really look for in the future — Sarah Gailey’s River of Teeth (WILD NOT-QUITE-WEST HIPPOPOCALYPSE!), Christopher Golden’s Ararat (INFERNAL TERROR ON A MOUNTAIN!), and Mur Lafferty’s Six Wakes (CLONES MUST SOLVE THEIR OWN MURDERS IN SPAAAAAACE).

There you go.

Books.

Now, I’ll take your recommendations, since I’ll be traveling to and from a faraway island and that means I’m on planes for a very long time (~22 hours total), which means I’m going to have an opportunity to flee social media and do some damn reading.

Recommend for me a book.

Do this now.

I’ll wait here under this bucket.

*hums quietly to self*

Mourn, Then Get Mad, Then Get Busy

One of the ways to combat anxiety, I find, is to do things. To be productive, to engage in routine, to be proactive. And, right now, I expect a number of us are feeling very anxious about this election — I want to be hopeful that President Troll is just trolling all the people who voted for him, but looking at his proposed cabinet and staff, maybe not so much. We mourned the loss, we feel the anger, we’ve got anxiety pouring out of us like a cascade of fire ants, and so for me, at least, it’s helpful to think about what we do next. How do we proceed? What actions can we take to improve this, ourselves, our people?

This is a list, below, designed to help with exactly that.

It is a wildly, woefully incomplete list and so I politely ask that you add to it.

Use the comments. Be polite.

Shitbirds will be drowned in a washtub, their carcasses neatly disposed of in the salt oubliette.

Let’s begin.

1. Talk to people. Nothing wrong with just talking to people. Vent your frustrations. Grieve together. Talk about stuff that has nothing to do with any of this. It feels cleansing to talk and there is huge value in not feeling alone. Though what we’re dealing with is far from normal, we still want to feel normal, and communication is normal.

2. Help somebody. We feel helped when we help others. Again, help people talk through this. Be there for them in whatever way they need to be. Listen. Express compassion. Right now, every marginalized person and under-served individual is afraid. They saw a vote pass that very cleanly expressed what they are up against. Some kids are afraid of being deported. Some people are afraid their sexuality once again puts them off the roster of human rights. Women are now seeing a president who treats them like sexual objects to be used, discarded, judged, and dismantled. Children see a president whose actions embody the opposite of what they’re taught to be. They need your help. They need your ear.

3. Give money and/or time to vital organizations likely to be harmed or who will be fighting this fight. Planned Parenthod needs your help. The ACLU has promised to fight, and will use your money to do so. Actually, fuck it, here’s a good list to get you started. That list includes but is not limited to: the NAACP, the Council on American-Islamic Relations, RAINN, etc. You can also volunteer on behalf of these organizations.

4. Give money to political candidates. The 2018 race is going to be an essential one to countermand the new administration’s depredations. Right now, they’ve got the run of the table and balance is needed, and that means, it’s time to put money into those Democratic candidates who will be defending their seats and who maybe be running then. (Obviously, we’re not oracles, so I don’t know who will be running, but it’s something to keep an eye on.)

5. Contact your legislators. No matter their political affiliation, it is vital you engage with them and contact your representatives and ask they fight for the things you consider vital. Do not do this once, but regularly. Keep that pressure up. Ask them to fight for the things most Americans want fixed or supported: climate change, gun control, and so forth.

6. Escape. Escape means whatever it means. Maybe it means watching Netflix for a couple days straight. Maybe it means, go take a short trip. Maybe it means moving. I know there is is a real sense here that moving away is tantamount to cowardice, but fuck that — you do what you gotta do. The world is greater than just America — it always has been, it always will be. This sudden political and social shift is an existential threat for some people. Overnight this became a world where some of the worst of us are emboldened to racist or sexist violence, just as it was with Brexit. This is happening and it’s okay to get away. (Note, too, I understand that this level of escape is only available to those of privilege. Most people can’t just fuck off at the snap of their fingers. But some can, and will, and again, you do what you gotta.) Point is, practice self-care however you must, in whatever way feels good and right to do so.

7. Protest. Protests have been epic. They send a message. Alone they don’t do much, but combined with more dedicated and direction action, they create momentum for causes. Dissent is vital, and public displays of that dissent send a message to the world that we are not, as a country, who we just elected.

8. Stop reading and sharing fake news. Everybody is good at building the echo chamber. That’s not unique to progressives. But we do need to start cleaning our own house of blind, bad news sites — USUncut and their ilk who spread fakey headlines without actual news to support them. If we are going to do this thing, we need to do it with clear eyes, and not be deluded. Time to stop huffing our own vapors.

9. Stop eating our own. Progressives, when comfortable, often go after other progressives for not passing the liberal purity tests. We do this with a positive goal of whetting ourselves to a sharper, more elegant point — but sometimes it also serves as letting the perfect be the enemy of the good, and the results of this election are a pretty good example of how that looks and what can result from it. That’s not to say we cannot improve one another, can’t help to still sharpen those viewpoints and help each other be better — but you don’t go stomping after mice when there’s a bear trying to break down your door. Stop the bear, get the mice later. The mice are not an existential threat. Unless they have hantavirus, I guess. This metaphor is way out of hand, so let’s just eject from it now.

10. Engage with loved ones. You got family, so engage with them. Be close to loved ones. And by loved ones, I mean the family you choose, not necessarily the family to which you were born. Some of you have cut off family members, and again, you gotta do what you gotta do if they’re poisonous to you or your kids. Life is messy and we have to endure viewpoints not our own, but if there’s a real problem or real damage, pick a different family and hold them close.

11. Make art. Some folks suggested to me that there’s more important shit going on, and that art is, I dunno, some glib luxury, but it’s not. Art can be protest. Stories change the world. Music, theater, visual art, novels, poetry, it can all be subversive, it can all add value. And it has personal value. It can be therapeutic. It can be a way to express your ideas. Make art. Art harder. Art the hardest you ever done arted, motherfuckers.

12. Learn self-defense. I’m not being over-dramatic when I say that attacks against marginalized people are likely to increase, as they did in the wake of Brexit. Even if you believe that every Trump voter is not racist, sexist, whatever — it is the reality that some very bad people feel very empowered by this election, and they are likely to take it out on people. Maybe you, or people you love. Learning self-defense is not a bad idea. That’s in no way saying that if you don’t learn it, you are somehow responsible for what happens to you — the only ones responsible are those who try to hurt you. You are not responsible for harm or hate brought against you. If you can learn how to defend yourself, then do.

13. Learn self-sustainability. I’m not saying it’s time to go full-bore doomsday prepper, but learning how to take care of yourself has value — both therapeutically and practically speaking. Nothing wrong with learning how to grow a garden, or sew clothes, or pickle vegetables. You don’t have to learn how to gut and clean a deer. But also, hey, it’s a skill. I don’t think we’re going to see America turn into The Road or anything, but with climate change likely off the table as an issue we’re going to address in the near-future, hey, it’s not a bad idea to figure out a handful of survival skills, even minor ones. Start composting. Start recycling. Create less waste. It’s good for the soul, good for the society, and should the shit actually hit the fan, nnyeeaaah maybe it’s not the worst idea to be a little tiny bit prepared.

14. Vote with your dollar. In every hellish cyberpunk future, MEGACORPZ RULE THE WORLD. That’s extreme, but it’s fair to say now that companies are able to exert political pressure in ways that you do not. That’s unfortunate and gross but it does mean that you can direct your spending in responsible ways. This isn’t always easy to suss out, but spending your money ethically has value. This can be tricky, because often ethical companies are more expensive. The value is there, though, and can pay you back in larger ways if they exert political pressure. Or, even without political pressure, supporting green energy companies is better than buying into those who create more waste and pollution. You can also exert pressure on companies to do better without money — social media campaigns, protests, so forth.

15. Get encrypted. To quote John Rogers the other night on Twitter: get TOR, get Signal, get a VPN, two-factor authentication on your emails. Behold the Diaspora Foundation.

16. Help improve social media. Not only do we need to report fake news, but we also need to hold our social media accountable for the harassment that goes on there. It will only get worse from here. Twitter needs to handle its shit, or it needs to shut down. True too of any social media. And in general, social media can be a wonderful place, it can be endearing and it can connect us. But also don’t be afraid to escape from it from time to time, for a short while, for a long while, for the next four years.

17. Help improve old-fashioned media, too (and subscribe to an actual newspaper). The TV news media did us no favors, here. They normalized the abnormal candidate and criminalized the upstanding candidate. We criticize “the media” for not having been more on point here, but the newspaper industry was way the fuck on point. Put some dollars toward a newspaper. Old-fashioned, I know, but we need real journalism, not entertainment masked as news.

18. Hold onto hope and love. Hard to do, and not really a meaningful action item, but we’ve done more with a lot less, and even 20 years ago, the mainstream values we hold dear now were considered radical and extreme. We lost ground with this election, but you’re still here, the sun is still up, the sky is still blue, and you’re drawing breath. The game of inches continues. Love will save us if we let it.

19.  Eat some ice cream. No, it won’t change the world, but it tastes good, and sometimes we need a taste of something good. And if you can’t eat ice cream, just find something that tastes good figuratively or literally and enjoy it. Savor it.

20. Vote. Vote in 2018. Vote in 2020. Remember what’s happening now, remember what happened the other night, watch what happens, and hold it close. Let that fire burn. If you’re one of the people who didn’t vote because you thought these candidates were equal, this is on you, in part. But come back in 2018 and 2020 to fix what you helped to break.