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Today’s Interesting Post

Here’ today’s interesting post: a letter concerning recent events from the Carl Brandon Society. Read it, think about it, reflect upon it. Papers are 2-3 pages, and are due Friday.

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In case you didn’t know, you should also be aware that it is International Blog against Racism Week.

How do you participate?

1. Announce the week in your blog.

2. Post about race and/or racism: in media, in life, in the news, personal experiences, writing characters of color, portrayals of race in fiction, review a book on the subject, etc. (Linking back here is highly appreciated!) The optional theme this year is “global.”

3. Let us know by bookmarking your post on Delicious with “for:ibarw,” or comment with a link to your post in one of the link collecting posts.

I have to get a few more work tasks behind me before I can do some blogging in this regard, but I hope to. I figured you’d all want to know, so maybe you can participate.

Catherine

Inching Ahead

Finally! Work continues to be vicious (you’d think I had an actual job or something!), but I managed to squeak in some writing this evening. I finished the King of Faeries oatmeal scene, which isn’t as kinky as it sounds, and started the new Sigfried meets minion of Quartz scene. Tomorrow, I have another writing project to look at, so I’m not sure if I’ll get back to this.

Anyway, stats.

26195 / 60000 words. 44% done!

I’ve added so many new scene slots that I’m not sure that there is relevance to posting scenes right now.

I hope to have some threatening and some battle action in the next few days.

Catherine

Isms

I don’t have a special spin on Harlan Ellison joining an internet fray, nor do I have a side to take on anything. What I do have is a sort of surprised pause, when, in the course of reading about an issue that I had no plan to comment on, someone on a message board professed that Wiscon was a con that only existed as an -ism con.

What does that mean? I’m not sure. Wiscon is one of the highlights of my year. It’s a place where I feel very comfortable, a place where I pilgrimage with a couple of excellent friends. I go because of the strong writing track, but I’m also pleased that there are tracks in academics, fandom, and other issues. It seems to me that it’s a rare place, one that approaches our genre fiction from an analytical viewpoint, something I’m not unfamiliar with during the course of my academic work.

Apparently, someone finds the idea of a con that tackles issues in literature of the fantastic distasteful somehow, a reason for chastisement. I’m sure that this person votes with their dollars by not going, and therefore can continue to disdain the endeavor from a distance. Everyone has a right to their opinion.

It is true that Wiscon calls itself a feminist SF convention. I suppose that could be threatening to some. It could send the message to those who don’t understand feminism that feminism can include both genders. In truth, most of the attendees are women. It could frighten away those who feel that SF and fantasy shouldn’t be politicized or examined. It could be perceived of as a place that celebrates difference, and difference can be pretty intimidating to some.

I wonder if people realize when their words are written down and left haphazardly on the internet, they run the risk of being perceived by one facet, one sentence, one line of their existence. I only know the person who said this from one disgruntled discussion on a message board. I wonder why that person felt the need to attack Wiscon. Sometimes you wonder about the why, which is actually why I like Wiscon. Wiscon itself wonders about the why of so many things.

If you look deep down, what we say speaks volumes about ourselves. I can’t understand anyone or anything until I gather a complete body of evidence. I think it’s dangerous to be dismissive and paint with a broad brush when you observe from the outside. This is what I try to teach my students in every class. This is why I don’t jump into Internet battles, because I have no idea of metalanguage or of a body of evidence and discussion.

It could be that this person has tried the convention, and has decided its not for them, but to dismiss the con because it thinks about issues and causes. I’m baffled.

It makes me sad that someone takes something I think is worthwhile after amassing a large amount of evidence of its worthiness, and dismisses it seemingly in a moment of pique. By writing this, I want to discourage the culture of the immediate, which is ever more prevalent in our electronic medium. We have to be careful about what we say, and when we say it, not to mention what we believe, and what causes us to believe it. And even then, perhaps, we shouldn’t write down something that will later become an unflattering snapshot of ourselves, if that’s not the way we want to be perceived. And to those who rigidly and stubbornly stand behind every assertion as unchangeable and true, I hope you will think of your future as well as your present self, because an open mind doesn’t mean changing your views, but does mean respecting those of others.

To counterbalance the dismissal, I like Wiscon a lot, based on observing it, up close and personal, for a long time. And you can hit a lot of previous entries to see why.

I continue to hope for a world where civil discourse even makes a more gentle internet, but I know that I am by nature naive.

Catherine

Toasted, but Full of Rommegrot

Bryon and I have returned from the Decorah Nordic Fest.

I’d like to do a shout out to fellow Viable Pardiser Matt Hughes and his wife Steph for being kind enough to show us around a little bit, and talk writing. Matt gave Bryon and I a great tour of Luther College on Friday, and today he and Steph wandered about with us while we looked at handicrafts and long ships.

Thanks again, and Matt, try not to kill over a 100 characters before the workshop!

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Yesterday was all about taking pictures at Luther. Now I have a really good feel for Quartz’ office, and where Sigfried and Sigurda would essentially live while they’re scouting out Decorah for Queen Janetta. Luther is a beautiful campus. As Iowa State grads, Bryon and I both were appreciative of their green belt. Their performing arts centers were truly impressive. Matt helped us get behind a lot of locked doors.

In the evening, Bryon and I went to the festival. I’ll cut here, but if you want to get all Norse, just click the link.

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Intuition and Instruction

They say the writer’s brain was eaten by aliens…

…but really, her perceptions were modified by an increased intensity in practicing her art. She thinks.

The writer in question used to rely primarily on intuition to guide her through her story planning. She felt that this organic approach was channeling a story. Now, the writer in question plots and plans. Her intuition is useful when she writes a first draft and has light bulb moments, and when she revises with the right turn of phrase.

Does this make the writer less artistic? The writer has become capable of approaching writing from two different directions, which certainly makes the writer more versatile. Also, during those times she has difficulty with her intuition, the other tools can help her carry on, and even trick her intuition into working.

This makes the writer who may or may not have alien-nibbled brain reflect on other writing beliefs she has modified in the last year.

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Boy Meets Hulder

Manuel flickered the flashlight beam among the trees. The stump had moved from its customary spot. That’s where Manuel let the light beam rest.

He stamped his cold feet, and they crunched in the snow. “Don’t worry,” he said softly. “It’s just me. No one else will come out of the house this time. Did you need something?”

The stump unfolded itself. At first it was a stump, and then it was the nut brown hulder bundled into itself like a barrel. It unfolded arms, legs, and untucked a broad head on a short neck. The wild bright eyes, like an owl’s, blinked in the light, and it put up its stubby hands to block it.

Manuel lowered the flashlight at the ground. “Do you speak Spanish?” Manuel asked. He really didn’t know what a nahuale looked like, and abuela saw Mexican spirits, so he thought it should cover his bets.

The little creature scratched its flossy cloud of hair. “Spanish?” it repeated, its broad lips and flat teeth forming carefully around the word. “Spanish?”

“What I speak,” said Manuel. “I mean, right now, we’re speaking English, but I speak Spanish.”

“English,” said the hulder. “I speak what I speak, and they understand me. You understand me. Maybe I speak Spanish?”

Manuel tried a different tactic. “I’m Manuel. I’ve brought you some puerquitos. They’re like cookies.” He held out a hand with the bread. The troll inched forward cautiously, and reached up its hand. It brushed Manuel’s as it took the treat, and Manuel was surprised that its skin was soft and downy.

Crumbs fell from the hulder’s mouth as he smacked the gingerbread noisily. “Fank oo,” he said. “I like this.”

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The States of…

Writing…

Hulk Hercules: Professional Wrestler: The copy edits are back in Sonya’s hands. Essentially, my job is done.

The Winter the Troll Danced with Old Nick: We keep plugging along. About 30K in. Entering the lonely dark making up new stuff zone. HIGHLIGHT: Decorah Nordic Fest is this weekend. Will take research pictures of Luther College and Norwegian culture. Will NOT eat lutefisk. Meeting up with fellow Viable Paradise author Matt Hughes and his wife.

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Blood; Mahabharata Generation 3, Part 2

Finally! It’s been hard getting here this week, but here’s a very short Blood is Thicker than Water.

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Last time, I talked about how Pandu the king had to give up being king because he was cursed not to sleep with his wives. No heirs pretty much meant you were out of the running to be king.

BUT (there’s always a but in Indian mythology)

Pandu was married to two women, one named Kunti and the other named Madri. Kunti had a gift. She could become pregnant by summoning gods to make her so. She’d even tried this out before she married Pandu, and had a son named Karna with Surya the Sun God. Remember Karna for later.

When Pandu found out he was forbidden from fathering children, Kunti told him about her ability. Pandu encouraged her to call the gods, saying that he would take the children as his own. So Kunti gave birth to Yudhisthira, whose father was Yama, the god of judgment; Bhima, whose father was Vayu the god of wind; and Arjuna, whose father was Indra, the king of the gods.

Madri asked Kunti to share the trick with her, and Madri was the mother of two twins, Nakula and Sahadeva, whose father were the Ashwins, the horsemen of the gods.

Bhisma, the great uncle of the Pandavas, the five sons of Pandu, invited Kunti and her sons to court shortly after the deaths of Pandu and Madri. Rivalries and conflicts between the Pandavas and their cousins, the Kauravas eventually led to a great war.

Potpourri for One Hundred

No, really, I’m pretty sure I’ll get to Blood is Thicker than Water tomorrow. At work today, suddenly I have to staff 17 classes and hire about 5 adjuncts, so that’s more or less where my day went. But Blood is the first in tomorrow’s stack. I also plan to write another Mahabharata excerpt.

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Today’s philosophical question:

If the chief rhetorical techniques used in your journal/blog are to create drama, or to jump on a drama bandwagon, does that somehow diminish your professional image to future agents and editors who come looking? Discuss.

No plans to create drama or jump on a drama bandwagon today, by the way. Just asking.

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Tonight is a writerly night. Here’s what’s going on.

–A couple more scenes of The Winter the Troll Danced with Old Nick
–The first couple of chapters of Hulk Hercules copy edit
–Some brainstorming with some friends for a new project, since Blood ends in five more installments.

I’d better get to it.

Catherine