Status Update 11-6-15

Again, not a lot to report.

Crunch time at work. Unlimited OT is the step right before Mandatory OT, so it’s best if I take advantage of it. Which crushed both the tie available and any initiative I had to work on my own projects.

I was working on one of the two pseudonymous works this week, but did not get a lot of headway

Started a Cookbook for no reason other than I wanted somewhere to put a couple of recipes. So there’s that.

Healthwise, I continue to make slow and steady progress. BP is still high, but I lost another 2 pounds over the last three weeks.

Emotionally, this is going to be a bad week. At work, I have to start going into the office again after Working at home for a couple of years, hopefully on a temp basis, but it seems like things continue to evolve in a way that’s not good.

Also, tonight we’re saying goodbye to Amazing Grace after 17 years. She was hit by a car several years ago, and now the damage and pain are getting too much for her. She no longer has the strength to get her feet under her and needs lifted off the floor. She’s also getting fecal and urinary incontinence. I promised Jamie I’d make sure she was here when she visited in August, but we had house sitters that threw her schedule off, so she was having bad days the whole time Jamie was here. Since then, she’s had good days and bad days, with the good days getting further and further apart. She will be missed.


HAppy HAlloween!


Reading White Guys and #LastManOnEarth


I’m pretty liberal, and I consider myself at least an ally to most of the so-called Glittery Hooha SJW crowd. I’ve followed #Gamergate and the Sad puppies with horror, subscribe to We Hunted The Mammoth and follow @Scalzi and @JimCHines.

But I don’t talk about it too often. Even though it informs the decisions I’v made on my WIPs, I don’t feel comfortable taking up a microphone and mansplaining those decisions, or why I feel they’re important. The conversation interests me and concerns me, but I am not a part of the conversation.

But in the last two weeks, I’ve seen two things That have changed my mind, and I’ve decided to speak out.

The first was Tempest Bradford’s challenge to  NOT read any CIS White Males for a year, and the reactions from the usual suspects.

What’s in Your Wallet?

OK. So, I’m an ally right? I can be expected to have diverse reading habits and many female authors and authors of color on my shelves, right?

To my left I have a little wire rack of Paperbacks. On that, from top to bottom, I have Ramsey Campbell, Stephen King, Jack Kerouac, Strunk and White, Joel Osteen, Charles Stross, Neil Gaiman, Terry Pratchett ( And Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett), Roger Zelazny, Arthur C. Clarke, James Rollins, Edward Lee, Brian Jacques, Jim Thompson, Joe Lansdale, Charles Grant, Robert McCammon, Brandon Sanderson, Alan Dean Foster and Ray Bradbury. I have Clive Barker, not Straight. And I have a single Nora Roberts thriller. Jane Austen is represented by the Seth Graham-Smith parodies.

To my right, I have a case of random Hardbacks, with many of the same writers represented. I have Patricia Highsmith, represented in the Library of America Crime novel anthology, and the same publishers HP edited by Joyce Carol Oates.

On My collectible shelf, I have Andrew Vachss, Joe Lansdale, Mick Garris, Ray Bradbury, Christopher Golden, Dan Simmons, and Neal Stephenson.

In my writing books I have Blake Snyder’s “Save the Cat”, Bradbury and King again, as well as Julia Cameron, Natalie Goldberg and Vicki King’s “How to Write a Screenplay in 21 Days.”

My Kindle is better. Besides the free-seeking books, I have “Ancillary Justice” and Cherie Priest’s “Maplecroft” among my most recent purchases ( Along with King’s “Revival”).

So What Happened?

Now, I can make excuses. Looking at that list, you can tell I enjoy a lot of 80s horror and thriller. And I have read Melanie Tem and Kathy Koja and Kaitlin Keirnan. I’ve read Andre Norton and Octavia Butler and Samuel Delany. I just don’t keep those books. The books on my shelves are favorites I buy instead of borrow, and keep instead of donate.

Like a lot of the critics of Bradford’s piece, I read those stories that catch my eye without worrying about who wrote them. And because of this, I read the same old same old that is pushed at me. I don’t take a look at the food on the end of the fork, as William Burroughs would say. I consume without thinking of it.

And that’s the problem with not being mindful of the entertainment we consume. For falling into the same old ruts. For not challenging ourselves in any way, and not expecting more from ourselves.


So we get to TV. “Last man on Earth” is a heavily promoted post-apocalypse comedy that recently premiered. the ads showed Weill Forte acting out everyone’s favorite destructive end-o-the-world fantasies, and I was intrigued enough to watch it. the writer part of me wanted to know if it was just going to be a series of sketches, or if there was going to be a story there. I wanted to see how they took this slight premise and turn it into a series.

SO I tune in. In the first part of the two part premier, we see Will going through a classic five stages of grief: Denial: traveling around the country, collecting treasures and searching for other survivors. No dice, he returns home. Anger: The destructive vandalism from the previews. Bargaining with God. Depression as he gets drunk and trashes his mansion. Finally acceptance as he plans to end his life.

But wait! there’s smoke in the sky! He’s not alone! He hurries over to see a bra drying on a line! A woman! After a quick fantasy involving a supermodel, it’s Kristen Schaal!

There was a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach.

Sure enough, there’s a reason It’s called “Last Man on Earth” and not “Last People on Earth”, “Last Couple on Earth” or, heaven Forbid, “Last Woman on Earth.” It’s because Kristen Schaal doesn’t play a character. She plays a plot device.

She Nags. She’s concerned with Rules. See cleans.  Things have to be just right. Will has to bend to her demands.

It’s annoying and sexist.

And people love it. It won it’s time slot. The Hashtag is full of bros high fiving the way Will puts the “fugly” Carol in her place. Ha! Isn’t it Funny? The #LastManOnEarth needs to deal with a nagging Woman. Hilarious!

And it’s critically acclaimed. People love it. Sure, there’s some critics noting that Kristen Schaal’s character is a one-note sitcom trope. But most give it a thumbs up for being unusual and different. So long as you don’t think about it, it’s an enjoyable ride.

So long as you don’t think about. So long as you don’t challenge yourself. So long as you don’t look at the end of the fork, at what they’re serving you.

Just sit back and enjoy, and don’t think about it. I only consume entertainment that interests me. I don’t like to challenge myself. I’m just interested in the story., not any Social Justice Activism that might possibly change anything.




Why I’m not NaNoWriMo -ing This Year

I See in WordPress that I have a few more followers this week! Thank you and I hope you stick around. Since I haven’t been updating the site, I thought I’d do a quick post this week and maybe start getting back on a schedule.

So. What am I doing this month? Well, for the first time in almost a decade, I’m not failing at Nano. Instead, I continue to work on a daily writing practice, and am coming close to pulling the trigger on a couple novellas, and my journal-ling is going great (Obviously, since I’ve decided to get back to publicly posting,right?).

I’m not nano-ing because I don’t need the pressure in my life right now

I’m not doing it because I’m writing regularly at my own speed.

I’m not doing it because Wattpad does a lot of the same thing for me

I’m not doing it because I want to polish a project for #SFFPit on Dec. 9th

I’m not doing it because I don’t want to go to the Meetup and awkwardly stare at the other two people wondering if I’m the crazy one.

I’m not doing it because I don’t want to feel like I’m failing again, on the same project I failed at last year.

NaNoWriMo is great IF. If you have the time. If you need the support. If you Win. But I don’t feel it’s great if you’re trying to go to the next step. If you have a little pride, if you’re already motivated. Instead it becomes an albatross of lowered expectations and arbitrary goals.

I Don’t the goals of NaNoWrimo are SMART— Specifically, I don’t think they’re wither Relevant or realistic killing yourself and driving away your family for a month to say you’ve completed yet another fanfic or nonpunishable Novella doesn’t lead to anything else. What are you going to do in December? Another writing sprint? Edit the mess? Not that it doesn’t work for other people: It just doesn’t work for me.

And that’s what I’m in the process of re-learning right now- What works for me. What procedures and software, attitudes and practices, work for me to start writing again after all the abuse and heartache I’ve lived through the last 5 years.

Family Trip to Imaginary London

The Family and I at COSI’s Sherlock Holmes Exhibition. As fas as traveling Science Exhibitions, this was one of the Better ones. Nice use of Artifacts and story telling. Really fun, even if light on the Cumberbatch. First room, Conan Doyle and the true life Inspirations. Second Room, the underground Arcade, where a variety of exhibits led you through Victorian Tech and Society, leading to a coded message from Sherlock to meet him At Baker Street…


Then A quick jaunt to the crime scene to collect clues. And a trip around London to perform experiments in Blood Splatter analysis, Botany, Tracks and Deductive reasoning., before having the mystery revealed ( A Little Unsatisfying ending, as it was mostly just assuming LeStrade’s analysis was incorrect every time, but hey…) Then a quick Movie Prop and Cultural History Exhibit, and A gift shop, where our visit was commemorated. Ah, Family Memories


BAker Slaughter

( Yes, Same Photo with Green Screen Backdrop.)…