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Make the Mercury Retrograde stop, I want to get off! Seriously, I left my keys at work yesterday and I'm damn well hoping I left my passport and cash card at home this morning or else I'm a bit fucked. Also, eleventy billion other things.

Went to ellen_kushner's party for the debut of "The Man With the Knives" last night. I'm very excited that more people I know will have read it soon, as I've had things to say about it since I heard it at the NYRSF reading some time ago, but have been avoiding doing so because it's high on the list of things you need to experience in the moment. It, and the presentation of it in this form, gets at some of the stuff in my Bristol paper in a sort of sideways way. So I'm really excited about it, but am still like "fsdjkafjldgjaldfgjal! read it people, so I can talk about it!"

Anyway, cool party, cool location, cool people. One of those nexus of awesome things. *Waves at the new people.*

All of which means I did maybe less work on the Bristol paper than I should have last night. HOWEVER, 1,200 words, some of which might eventually be useful isn't bad. Also, this morning I woke up knowing how to solve the current problem with the intro, so yay? I do much of my best work when I am sleeping; I think I learned this from the Asimov Robots books; I did a book report on one of them in 7th grade and remember how the main character kept almost solving the mystery as he fell asleep after sex, but his mind wouldn't quite let him hold the connections. Thank god I can hold the connections.

A suspect has been caught in the Times Square car bombing.

You know, I don't particularly want to give the Diana Gabaldon anti-fanfic screed more attention, but I feel like some things need to be said, above and beyond all the right on kalichan said here.

1. Stories make me brave, made me brave. They help with the getting out of bed sometimes, or the walking into a room full of strangers. Which is why I find it so fundamentally appalling when writers act in a manner, that sure seems like cowardice to me, about their writing and its reception.

2. My background in largely in public relations and marketing. Add to that my life as a performer and a storyteller and nearly everything I do at least brushes against the idea of image-making and image control. And here's the thing, you can control what people see about you; but you can't control HOW THEY SEE IT. This is true of everything from the fiction you write to the self-image you sell¹.

3. I have never read Gabaldon's books, and now I probably never will. Not because she doesn't want fanfiction written about them, but because she has contempt for people engaging in dialogue about her texts. To me, this screed from her is no different than when other pro writers lash out with ad hominem attacks at professional critics or random readers offering reviews on Amazon. It's inappropriate and rude².

4. I am a published author, and I write fanfic.

5. I don't need your approval.

Last night we watched the "Hand! Evil Hand!!" episode of Angel. Is there really anything else I can say to that? Actually, there is:

1. Viscerally, totally creepy and awesome.
2. The guy who was all "kill me" -- sure, he'd lost his hand, but he seemed otherwise in tact. What gives?
3. Angel is such a fucking five-year-old sometimes.

I looked myself up on the evil that is Spokeo before opting out. It claims, when you search on my full name, among other things, that I am a scorpio (I'm a libra), that I have children (I don't), that I am a clerical worker (I'm not), that I have "some college" (I have a BA), that I have lived at my current address for 1 year (try 4), that I'm single (I'm not), that I'm not interested in politics (WHAT?), that I enjoy shopping (eh?). Now I want to punch someone.

I cannot listen to this shitty, shitty song without working on ConSweet.

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¹ Yes, this tangent speaks to my feeling about the fact that while some RPF may be squicky some of the time for some people, that it's a valid mode of cultural dialogue.
² I'm looking at you, Anne Rice.

Comments

[heartofoshun.livejournal.com]

I have never read Gabaldon's books, and now I probably never will.

Ha! I haven't read them either and didn't think I was interested until I read two interesting fanfic stories written by a friend of mine based on a couple of her characters. I was considering buying a book or two of hers. If I had purchased them, she would have had the fanfic writer to thank for it. And, like you, now I won't. I have far more reading and writing that I am falling behind on at the moment to spend my time on her work after seeing that post. The defensive and semi-hysterical tone of her rant made me wonder.

Maybe she isn't very good. Or maybe she is only overworked and stressed out. I've been told her work demonstrates a lot of historical research. She is very productive and is actually making a living publishing the stuff. Or maybe she is incredibly insecure about her own skills. Who really knows? She needed a friend who could say, "Oh, no! I know you've had a hard week, but you really don't want to post that!"

I keep thinking of Ann Rice's rants and snorting to myself: perhaps there is a good reason for DG's insecurity. I can be a pompous beast, especially when I get so much entertainment out of reading and writing fanfic. Hey, authors: fanfic writers ought to be considered your most valued fans. No one else reads your work like they do.