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The Holy Taco Church Is Open For Salsa Salvation (And Other Links)

Author Kevin Hearne had an idea.

He said, and I’m paraphrasing:

“I LIKE TACOS AND LOTS OF AUTHORS LIKE TACOS AND I WANT TO BE A TACOPOPE BECAUSE TACOPOPES GET A TACO CAR AND A TACO JET AND A TACO WAVERUNNER.”

He invited several authors to participate in a religious organization that consists of two things:

a) authors who love tacos

b) tacos.

So, I pretty much said FUCK YEAH, except it probably sounded more like SSHFUG GYEAH because I had like four tacos in my mouth or something. Maybe five. Shut up.

Anyway, this thing has an almost unholy roster of authors, including:

Kevin Hearne, Delilah S. Dawson, Sam Sykes, Leanna Renee Hieber, Karina Cooler, Jason Hough, Andrea Phillips, Greg van Eekhout, Diana Rowland, Brian McClellan, Jaye Wells, Stephen Blackmoore, Beth Cato, Wes Chu, and Vicki Petterson.

And, y’know, me.

I am Taco Pastor, Priest of the Pineapple Parish, y’all.

Anyway. Click on over. Say hi. Sign up for updates.

We’ll be posting recipes and various Ethereal Taco Thoughts.

Also…

You will find me two other places today.

First, an interview with me at Clarkesworld! Wendig’s Golden Prolific, which I talk about YA, sci-fi, muse-elves, outlines, and other TOPICS OF INTEREST TO YOU FINE PEOPLE.

Second, me and the spectacular Gail Carriger show up at SF Signal today in a podcast recorded by Scrivener guru and all-around bad-ass Patrick Hester. Check it out! (Recorded at Pike’s Peak Conference in Colorado Springs last month.)

Pick A Paragraph, Post It, Let The Critique Wash Over You Like A Wave

I’ve been enjoying watching you folks FIGHT FOR MY AMUSEMENT IN COMMENT SECTION BLOODSPORT — er, ahh, I mean, “Critique one another’s work in a constructive way.”

As such, it’s time for that once more.

Take a paragraph from your work in progress (AKA: “WIP”).

Post it in the comment section below.

Then, go and critique someone else’s.

Critique is not meant to be binding. Nor cruel. Be constructive, not destructive.

Go forth, post, critique.

Flash Fiction Challenge: Random Title!

Last week’s challenge: 100-Word Stories.

Once again: the title challenge rears its gorgeously weird head.

I love this challenge and it usually get a lot of play, so let’s do it.

Way this works is: you’re gonna randomly throw together a title for your story.

Use a d20 or a random number generator to consult the table at the bottom of the document to roll for a story’s title. It’s a two-part title (meaning, two random numbers 1-20) and whatever title you get must fit the story you write for it. (Examples: “The Dead Boy’s Doghouse,” “Shotgun Promise,” “A Key For Helix.”)

You’ll have 1000 words, par usual. Post at your blog, link back here. Due in one week — June 6th, Friday — by noon EST. And so, the title tables are (note that you’re free to put the word “The” in front of your title or pluralize words as appropriate):

Column One

  1. Whispered
  2. Mirror
  3. Junkie’s
  4. Amaranthine
  5. Diamond
  6. Shotgun
  7. Labyrinthine
  8. Bloody
  9. Seven-Year
  10. Crown of
  11. Starship
  12. Betrayer’s
  13. Scarlett
  14. Ugly
  15. Unlucky
  16. Dead Boy’s
  17. A Key for
  18. Grave Robber’s
  19. Castle
  20. Cackling

 Column Two

  1. Murders
  2. Worlds
  3. Helix
  4. Beetle
  5. Dowager
  6. Gunslingers
  7. Firestorm
  8. Promise
  9. Sea
  10. Kevin
  11. Doghouse
  12. Pelican
  13. Breakfast
  14. Curse
  15. Coinpurse
  16. Rider
  17. Bastards
  18. Diary
  19. Souls
  20. Jackals

Burning The MRA Playbook (Or, #YesAllMRAs)

The other day I wrote this thing — “Not All Men, But Still Too Many Men” — with the goal of pointing folks toward the #YesAllWomen hashtag on Twitter, where women talked about their stories, experiences and fears when faced with the spectrum of male entitlement and rape culture.

That post generated a little heat, and eventually (also unsurprisingly) attracted the attention of some of our finest citizens and charming charmers, the MRAs, or Men’s Rights Activists.

Now, not every comment was a septic slap in the face — but for every comment I let slip through, I got another two that weren’t so nice. Many were from self-identified MRAs, some of whom seemed to think I was a woman? A bearded lady, perhaps. They called me “cunt” and “fucking bitch” and one of them said I was probably single and had a lot of cats? I dunno. No idea. Some didn’t think I was a woman but instead wanted to compare me to a woman, which is obviously the worst insult they think they have in their arsenal. Many of them echoed similar sentiments, ones I’ve seen on Facebook recently, too, that seem straight out of the MRA playbook: calling mothers to task for raising shitty men (either weak men or abusive ones); women tricking men into pregnancies; women abusing men; women falsely-reporting rape to get men in trouble; inequality is a myth; not all men; men are entitled to love (this person did not say “sex,” but intimated that “love” included the physical). And so on. Often with, to be honest, a great deal of misspellings and dogshit grammar and the reading comprehension of an aging, mule-kicked spider monkey.

I did not win bingo, though, as none of them threatened to rape me, so I guess there’s that.

Then, I saw that the folks of Posthuman Studios, makers of the game Eclipse Phase, wrote a post about MRAs which, in essence, told MRAs to fuck off from their forums and their fandom. A quote from that (though I recommend you go on over and read the whole thing):

“Here’s our stance: If you self-define as an MRA, please fire yourself as an Eclipse Phase fan. We don’t want you. We want our forums to be open and inclusive, and we don’t see the point of debating with you anymore. You have other places on the internet where you can wallow in the awfulness of your male privilege.”

I did get a few emails from men who self-identified as MRAs and these emails were polite enough and they pointed out correctly that, hey, sometimes men’s issues are real and worth caring about. Not to the exclusion of women’s rights, but hey, you know, some things are a bit wonky for dudes. And they’re not wrong. Prostate cancer is a tough row to hoe. Men can be the victims of domestic abuse and rape, and it often goes unreported because the harsh whip-sting of male jerk culture sometimes lashes back and catches us on the chin.

Men have issues, too.

Real issues that need to at least be discussed.

I agree with that.

But.

But.

You knew that was coming, right?

Buuuuuuut.

You can be concerned about men’s issues without portraying that as a loss of our rights. You can care about advocacy for the issues surrounding boys and men without joining what is very traditionally a misogynist group who, to remind you, has a very distinctive (and notably shitty) playbook when it gets into arguments. It isn’t nice to (or about) women. The movement claims in one breath to want equality for all humans, but then in the second breath spits venom on mothers and rape victims and it dismisses and denies and derails, attempting to refocus the conversation to: HEY FORGET THEM LYING CHEATING LADIES, WHAT ABOUT THE POOR MENFOLK.

Reframing the argument again about men.

And, further, portraying men as the victims in all things.

(And ironically, many of the issues surrounding men are, in fact, caused by men. Gasp!)

Let’s shift gears and look at it this way.

I am concerned for animal rights.

I like animals.

I admittedly also eat them, but whatever.

I think it’s wise to treat our animals ethically. And so you might say that I am a Person who is interested in the Ethical Treatment of Animals, and if you were to pluck an acronym from that you might see that I should be a member of PETA. Except, I despise PETA. They kill animals. They just linked autism with dairy in a dubious claim. (Click here to see their awful “Got Autism?” advertisement.) Just because I like animals doesn’t mean I’m going to join the ranks of a toxic group like PETA. Liking German history doesn’t mean you have to join the Nazi party. Being interested in white linen bedsheets doesn’t mean you join the KKK. And —

Being interested in issues surrounding men doesn’t mean joining the MRM.

Maybe, just maybe, you’re a nice guy who self-identifies as MRM.

Yeah, don’t.

Because the MRM is ugly business.

It’s full of misogynistic, mansplaining, self-entitled nastiness.

It promotes a culture of victim-blaming, victim-shaming.

It wields its privilege like a weapon while yelling about not having any privilege.

It acts counter to feminism instead of alongside it.

It is thick with PUA (pick-up-artists) clowns.

It often comes accompanied by racist, homophobic, transphobic throughlines.

The MRM is attempting to further rig an already-rigged game. And it does so in the same way that our political process sometimes duct-tapes awful legislation to good legislation to slip it through the door — the movement claims to care about men’s issues, some of which are legitimate and worth looking at, and then suddenly once in the door starts yelling about sluts and the myth of rape culture and paternity fraud and how age of consent is oppressive. In other words, it claims to be about men’s rights, but really, it’s all about women’s rights.

Meaning, it’s about taking them away.

It doesn’t want to improve the rights of men, but diminish the rights of women.

It doesn’t love dudes. It just hates ladies.

So, consider, if you’re sympathetic to the MRM, maybe think about what that connects you to. Think about what that says about you. Think for just a second about, is this a group that’s actually going to address issues? Or is just going to spin more hate and spit in the eyes of women just for being women? Even if some elements of the group want to change things, MRA is marked. Indelibly. Tattooed with ink brewed from its own shittiness. Who’s going to listen except other MRA-types? I mean, consider that one of their issues is the bullying of boys, okay? Bullying is a genuine issue and a real problem, and yet they want to address it without acknowledging that the attitudes explicit inside the MRM are what help cause that bullying in the first place because boys tend to bully other boys. And then MRA members use bullying tactics on women and men to get their point across, thus proving that the concern is utter bullshit. (“BULLYING IS BAD. AND PROBABLY A LADY’S FAULT. DON’T BULLY OR I’LL BULLY YOU BECAUSE SOMETHING SOMETHING DUDE YOU’RE SUCH A GIRLYPANTS MAN-GINA.”)

(I mean, c’mon, y’all. As I have noted in the past, vaginas are like, 1000x times tougher than testicles. Those ladyparts are basically tough as tractor tires. Our balls are as tough as tissue paper. We get flicked in the nuts by a badminton birdie we’ll double over for 20 minutes, moaning and rocking back and forth. Our balls are like little yarn-bundles contained in a thin, wifty sack of outlying flesh. They unspool like bobbins of delicate thread when damaged. Women on the other hand push entire people out of their lady-realms like divine fucking beings. So, maybe that vagina-analog isn’t the best insult, misogynist dudes. Kay? Kay.)

MRA tactics are over the top, unnecessary, and often incredibly nasty.

They want to burn down a perfectly nice house to get at a few mice.

Because they’re extremists.

You can love animals without hating people.

You can be an environmental activist without sinking boats.

You can be Muslim without blowing up buses.

You can be Christian without bombing abortion clinics.

You can be a man interested in issues surrounding men without hurting women, without shouting them down, without perpetuating rape culture, without being a misogynistic jerkoff bully whose claim to having a meaningful agenda is lost the moment he opens his mouth and says something awful. (Or types it on the Internet without the ability to spell or put words together in a cogent, intelligent way — as all too often seems to be the case.)

Care about men’s issues all you want.

Just don’t do it according to the MRA playbook.

Be a good man. And teach your sons and fellow men the same.

And P.S. — MRA fans? I don’t want you either. You’re not going to like my books anyway.

And P.P.S. — comments off because really, what’s the point?

Michael Martineck: Five Things I Learned Writing The Milkman

In the near future, corporation rules every possible freedom. Without government, there can be no crime. And every act is measured against competing interests, hidden loyalties and the ever-upward pressure of the corporate ladder.

Any quest for transparency is as punishable as an act of murder. But one man has managed to slip the system, a future-day robin hood who tests diary milk outside of corporate control and posts the results to the world.

When the Milkman is framed for a young girl’s murder and anonymous funding comes through for a documentary filmmaker in search of true art beneath corporate propaganda, eyes begin to turn and soon the hunt is on.

Can the man who created the symbol of the Milkman, the only one who knows what really happened that bloody night, escape the corporate rat maze closing around him?

Or is it already too late?

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I will not tell you what I really learned

The world of The Milkman – the Free World – is post-government. Corporations foreclosed on debt-ridden nations and started running things themselves. In this world there are no nations and thus no laws. Not that the world is in chaos; companies just have different priorities. Once you let your mind play with this for a while, you might learn things about yourself that you didn’t want to know. Right now, in the real world, people do all kinds of creepy, crazy-ass stuff. Hemmed in only by the laws of economics and physics, I imagined people going deeper into the dark. I imagined. Me. A nice guy from the suburbs who wanted to write a book about economics. Some things crawled out of the shadows and into the book. Not everything. I won’t tell you about that stuff. Maybe next time.

This book isn’t about anything

As a corollary to above, as per unanticipated plot threads, novels sprawl, even tight ones. That is why they are not short stories. This is not bad. Unlike my beloved suburbs, sprawl in a new, wholly imagined world is great if you treat it like a garden: feed it and weed it, and don’t let it get out of hand. My book about a divergent economic model for the globe is almost equally about the lengths people will go for their children. It’s about love and fairness and tenacity and I’m pretty happy my book isn’t about anything – any one thing. It is about lots.

Don’t be yourself

I am a listener, a collector of sounds and blurted thoughts. I’m not shy – I engage people in conversation – but I’m much more likely to ask questions than answer. I like to read and ponder, none of which gets a novel out the door. These traits lay a decent foundation for writing; but, to write, that is a different story. Opening up, expressing, answering those questions I ducked. It’s not me, or to be more honest, it was not the me I was comfortable being. This novel showed me that, just as a book isn’t about one thing, neither am I.

Don’t write about what you know

Ray Bradbury gets to this in his wonderful Zen in the Art of Writing. Write about what you want to know. This book exemplifies that approach. No one knows what it’s like to live in post-government society. I wondered. I’m pretty sure there is an inquisition particle – a curiosity carrying proton, or curton, if you will – that attracts other curtons. The sense of newness and discovery you feel while you write whips up those feelings in others. Unless your curtons have garlic. Not everyone likes garlic.

Write poorly

This is the one that matters: don’t let grammar, spelling, word choice, blanking on a character’s name, POV or loud noises stanch your flow. When the words come, do everything you can to keep them coming and worry about the mess later. Writing is an 18-step process. Once I figured that out – poof! – I had a novel. A crappy novel, but I fixed that. Now it’s a pretty good one. I hope you’ll check it out.

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Michael Martineck: I have been writing in some form or another since I was seven years old. More recently, I have written short stories, comic book scripts, articles and trio of novels. DC Comics published some of my work in the 90s. Planetmag, Aphelion and a couple of other long-dead e-zines helped me out in the 00’s, which is also when I published children’s books The Misspellers and The Wrong Channel. Cinco de Mayo, a novel for adults, is now out from EDGE Science Fiction and Fantasy Publishing which is also the publisher of The Milkman. I live in Grand Island, NY. with my wife and two children.

 

Michael Martineck: Website | Twitter

The Milkman: A Free World Novel: Amazon

Big-Ass Book Bundle: Ending Soon, So Get It Before The Bone Man What Never Mind I Didn’t Say Anything About A Bone Man

The Gonzo Big Book Bundle.

Seven writing e-books.

Name-your-price, starting at $10.

Buy eBook

I’m running this until the end of the month, which is in just a few days.

Nab it while the nabbing is good.

Or before the BONE MAN finds you.

I didn’t say anything about a BONE MAN. Who said BONE MAN?

It wasn’t me.

There definitely isn’t a supernatural BONE MAN that I’ve hired to hunt down people who displease me by failing to take part in my wonderful book promotions. He definitely doesn’t have a thousand fleshless fingers and centipedes for his lips.

There’s no BONE MAN.

Night night.

Sleep tight.

Don’t let the BONE MAN bite. Your face. Off the skull. Which is how you join the BONE MAN and haunt people as one of his OSSEOUS MINIONS oh there I’ve gone and said too much.

*draws curtains*