Everybody’s making the move. Most of the people I’ve followed on Twitter have slowed down engagement. Some stick to it purely for promotions, so maybe it’ll become the book-promotion site. For those of us looking to connect with other writers, with readers, with people in the business or whose creativity overlaps with ours…Mastodon is the place to go.
I’m CometaryTales over there, like I am everywhere, because that just makes it easy, doesn’t it? I’m a member of two instances, wandering.shop and sfba, because one is for SFF people and one is for SF Bay Area folks and that lets me feel connected in two ways. But, mostly, I’m on hanging out on wandering.shop, where you’ll find me posting about the works in progress (WIPs), the upcoming books, things that happen to interest me, and my friends’ bookish stuff. C’mon over!
Here are a couple of useful resources to help you navigate the move: This one gives you all the basics if you’re an author moving to Mastodon (but, really, the advice applies to anyone). This one tells WordPress users how to do the fiddly bits of verifying your website connection, if you want to do that.
A group of authors affiliated with the San Francisco chapter of the Women’s National Book Association got together earlier this month to celebrate our pandemic-time publications. Oh, my goodness, what a variety! What awesome works.
Are you shopping for friends and family who arenât as committed to science fiction and fantasy as you are? Need some hot tips for books that will surprise and delight them with your confidence in stepping out from your own genre?
Here’s your directory, so you can jump to satisfy your target gift recipients’ desires. Each cover photo links to the relevant Amazon page. If you prefer to buy elsewhere, head for the author’s website.
Hungry for a story with deep African American and French connections? Sheryl J. Bize-Boutteâs Betrayal on the Bayou plunges the reader into 1854 Louisiana, where a young Parisian widower âsets off a twenty-eight-year chain of events that reveal the brutal truths of inequality, colorism, and betrayal.â Sherylâs blog is here. You’ll find she also teaches writing.
Russian history? The delights of Paris? Ballet? Does your gift recipient love any of these? Meet up with long-separated twins at the Ballet Russe, and hold your breath as to what will happen next, in Barbara Quickâs What Disappears. Visit Barbara at her website.
Thrillers and Mysteries
How about a deep, soul-searching, thrillerâŚ.head for Barbara Grahamâs What Jonah Knew, on the surface a story about mothers and sons, but one that delves into âmetaphysical questions about life and deathâand what happens in between.â Follow Barbara on her website.
From mothers and sons to a mothers and daughters, come to Sheri McGuinnâs newest book, Pegâs Story: Detours, which answers questions raised by the first book in this series, Running Away. Discover links between the stories as you follow Pegâs escape to a new lifeâonly to see her mistakes spiral âinto a life-changing series of events.â Catch up on Sheri’s website.
Contemporary Fiction
Do you want to share stories of real people finding their way through ordinary life? Stories set all over the country? Try Cynthia Gregoryâs What is Possible From Here, a collection exploring âthe nature of friendship and love, and the myriad ways we endeavor to make meaning in an unpredictable world.â You can also find her nonfiction book, Journaling as a Sacred Practice, through Cynthia’s website. If youâd like a hardcover copy of her collection, you can find it online at Barnes & Noble.
Looking for grounded contemporary womenâs fiction? Consider Kimberly Dredgerâs Begin Again. This novel takes you on a young widowâs journey, âas she struggles to re-enter life, enduring more loss and sadness on her way to ultimate empowerment.â To expand your collection, you might also pick up Kimberly’s anthology of essays, stories, and poetry, starting on her author page.
Memoir
How about a fabulous feminist travel memoir? Diane LeBowâs Dancing on the Wine-Dark Sea: Memoir of a Trailblazing Womanâs Travels, Adventures, and Romance takes you âdining with Corsican rebels and meeting a black stallion in a blizzard on the Mongolian steppes to assisting exiled Afghan women and savoring a love affair with an elegant French Baron.â Catch up with Diane on her website.
Full disclosure: I WON a copy of this book in the event giveaway, after listening to Diane give us more details about her story. Canât wait until it arrives, so I can follow the whole adventure.
For a blend of social justice history and memoir, look for Joan Lesterâs Loving Before Loving: A Marriage in Black and White, which takes the reader back in time. Youâll find a deeply personal story exploring racism, sexism, and marriage, through the lives of one couple: a memoir of love and life in the midst of the civil rights and womenâs rights movements. Get to know Joan through her website.
For an unflinching look into life in Maoâs China, and the impact on one girl, pick up Jing Liâs The Red Sandals: A Memoir, in which she shares her personal story of being the unwanted girl in a poverty-stricken family, her scholastic journey within the Chinese system, her transition to America, and growth as a teacher and writer. Learn more about Jing and her story here.
Through her dramatic memoir, Promenade of DesireâA Barcelona Memoir, Isidra Mencos uses her own story of learning to free herself from repression through books and salsa dance, to create a âsensual, page-turning coming-of-age story: Isidra evolves from a repressed Catholic virgin to a seductive Mata Hari.â Learn more about Isidra and her journey at her website.
For a heartwarming story of one personâs escape from the abuses of family and culture, follow Mytrae Melania. In her Brown Skin Girl: An Indian-American Womanâs Magical Journey from Broken to Beautiful, she shows how her journeyâŚthrough many trialsâŚbrought her to âfreedom, love, and the magic that finds you when you follow your heart.â Find more about her mission at her website.
Poetry
Shopping for someone who loves poetry? Travel? Birds? Lucille Lang-Dayâs Birds of San Pancho and Other Poems of Place deploys Lucilleâs wordsmithing to unveil her âvast curiosity, an intimate knowledge of flora and fauna, and a keen appreciation for the things of this worldâtravel, food, weather, the manifold creatures, love.â Follow Lucille at her website.
For âa merry-go-round of life experience in story-poems and social commentary full of spice and wisdom,â take a whirl with Dr. Jeanne Powellâs Deeply Notched Leaves. This 2021 collection will set your head spinning. Find more of Jeanneâs literary work at her website.
Books for Children and Parents
Looking for something fantastic for a young adult reader? Tricia Wagnerâs The Strider and the Regulus is the opening salvo in a three-volume series. âA starry-eyed boy. A cryptic map. A mythical treasure. What perils await in the chasing of dreams?â Get to know Tricia at her website.
My own 2022 release, The Smugglers, falls in this category. This LGBTQ-friendly story centers on an adolescent alien whoâll face changes in his worldâand herselfâas they rush to the rescue of an escaped animal. Written for children (middle grade readers and up) and their parents, the story shows us both the motherâs and the childâs point of view through this adventure.
Need a storybook for a young personâŚor do you just love those old traditional-style tales and beautiful illustrations of life in the Old Country? Maxine Schurâs The Peddlerâs Gift, illustrated by Kimberly Bulcken Root, is a new edition of the âwistful, moving tale of a boy who steals a toy from a foolish peddler only to discover heâs not so foolish after all.â Find more of Maxineâs books, including Finley Finds His Fortune, at her website.
Young readers (the 3-8-year-old set) on your gift list? I used to set up treasure hunts for my little brothersâŚso much fun. Here, Stephanie Wildmanâs Treasure Hunt, with art by Estafania Razo, takes three siblings on a search for wonders In their own home. For grownup reading, find Stephanie’s website to discover her book on the perils of privilege in America.
Another something sweet for the 8-and-unders, Karen Facianeâs The Sun and the Moonâs Big Idea, illustrated by Sierra Mon Ann Vidal, brings together the two most prominent âlightsâ in our sky⌠to celebrate âthe uniquely, wonderful person you were born to be.â Keep up with Karen on her author page.
Nonfiction
It’s that time of year, when people are looking for paths to self improvement, for personal well-being and creating moments of calm in this crazy world. Try out Elise Marie Collinsâ Chakra Tonics, Essential Elixirs for the Mind, Body, and Spirit. Yes, finally, a âlively information packed recipe book filled with positive life lessons based on the ancient Indian spiritual system, known as the Chakras.â Catch up to Elise via her contact tree.
Hereâs more nonfiction for personal wellbeing: Nita Sweeneyâs Make Every Move a Meditation: Mindful Movement for Mental Health, Well-Being, and Insight. Do you imagine meditation is all about sitting still or following strict formulas for movement? Nita teaches ways to understand meditation more deeply: âWhat if lifting weights, dancing, or walking across a room counted? What if you could make every move a meditation?â At her website, you can pick up a free handout.
Oh, my, letâs unpack this one. First off, this book is a good choice if you’re shopping for a scifi story for someone who maybe isn’t all that into science fiction but loves kids and understands the parenting life, or anyone who’s given any real thought to what artificial intelligence might be like and what it would mean for ordinary people.
Building Baby Brother is a story made for Silicon Valley parentsâwherever they may live. It has such a multi-layered dimensionality, youâll be peering at your neighbors, wondering if thatâs them, if this story isnât fiction, but thinly-veiled fact.
The story begins with a typical divorced father managing a well-ordered shared upbringing relationship for the child he and his ex are raising together…but separately. The ex has her issues, Dad has his failings, but they both care about Josh, a wonderful kid whose one ask is âwhen can I have a baby brother?â
Parents want to provide for their kids. Donât they? And this dad, once he stops to think about it, realizes he has the capability to provide his son with some of what he needs: a companion to play with, a buddy to share secrets with, a fellow child to grow up with. Gavin is just what Josh needs. What Dad needs Josh to experience.
WaitâŚ.back up a minute there. Secrets? Before Dad knows it, Gavin’s doing things he hadn’t designed him for, because Josh taught him new things, ways to access information Dad didn’t think Baby Brother would need. But what were the kids to do when they needed to make just a few improvements to their favorite video game? What would a Silicon Valley kid do? Of course, they get online and add the mods they want. And Gavin’s got the inside track on modifying software, being mostly software himself.
Gavin is an AI. And also a child. And what does a child do best?
Learn. And what do you do for a child that needs to learn, who is a good person, one whoâs your other childâs best friend?
You help. Of course. Because thatâs what a parent does.
What follows shouldnât be a spoiler, unless you failed to read the blurb on the book.
EXTREMELY MILD SPOILER ALERT.
Stop here if need be. Grab tissues if youâre ok with indirect spoilers.
What happens when a child has learned all they can from their parents?
You mean when theyâre all grown up?
<nods>
Oh. Right. That.
<holds out tissue box>
END OF SPOILER-ADJACENT MATERIAL
Building Baby Brother isnât fear-the-AI, instead it drives straight to that point all parents say theyâre working towards, but that tears them apart, all the same, when it finally happens. If youâre a crier, be sure you have tissues handy. If youâre a parent, be glad you have all those years ahead.
Or do you? Itâs you, isnât it, with the workshop and the spare parts and the know-how? Think, first. OK?
Nobody can explain etheric engineering. Or the stuff that makes it work: aether.
The best anyone can do is describe aether. To our faulty three-plus-temporal-dimension senses, aether is nothing but a dark brownish fluid. It seems to bubble, giving off flashes well into the UV end of the spectrum.
That’s why one’s advised to wear goggles (or install UV-protective mods if you’re likely to encounter the stuff regularly). Relatively cheap, those. Even I have ’em, and you know what my finances are like! If you get the stuff on you (I strongly advise against it!), it tends to adhere.
ŃĐ°Đş.
Is sticky. You don’t want it stuck to you, trust me.
If aether gets loose, you want to corral it fast. Every compartment at risk of an aether spill (that is, any compartment etheric conduit passes through) should be equipped with an aether net. When deployed, it becomes a fine, gauzy web that attracts aether. Not to worry, it’ll draw off whatever’s stuck to you as well as gather up the globules floating in your face. So, no, it’s not a “net” so much as an “attractor.” I’d be happy to argue semantics with you any day.
Don’t get in my face about why it’s pronounced ay-ther in Standard. Open your chem reference, search for (C2H5)2O, and shut up already.
Aether’s the stuff that wormholes tunnel through. So no surprise that aether’s about as safe to play with as your average gravitational singularity. Aether is all places at once. That is, it knows only one where and one when.
The aether in the conduits of my ship is the aether flowing in yours. That’s why our comms people can talk to each other in real time. That’s why skipships don’t get lost, navigating the galactic byways, why the big ships that barge through gate-boosted wormholes don’t crush us as they pass. We’re all floating in the same ocean of aether.
There are…entities…out there who can perceive and manipulate aether directly. Some of them invented devices that make use of it. We lesser beingsâhumans, our allies, our enemies, our uncanny neighborsâhave taken it on ourselves to copy those devices. Nobody knows what happens when you make a mistake copying Ancient etheric devices.
Nobody knows, because nobody comes back from those experiments. I like to think they’re gently transported to a parallel universe, given a kindly lecture on interfering with things they know not of, and sent off to some alt-universe pastoral countryside to learn…I dunno, painting, country dance, noveling, harmless little hobbies.
It’s nicer to imagine that than the alternative. Aether is dangerous stuff. A seemingly innocuous ball of cute fizzy brown goo can happily float straight through your ship’s hull. Try breathing vacuum sometime. Not fun. Not fun at all, no matter how well trained your crew is or how good your mods are.
And that’s just for starters.
So take it from me: don’t mess with aether without proper training. Even then, keep all the tools you might need right handy. You never know when you might need them.
Image Credits:
Detail from cover of “Coke Machine,” by Niki Lenhart.
Artist’s depiction of a black hole at the center of a galaxy. NASA/JPL-Caltech. (Modified for effect)
Ever since my story “Coke Machine” came out, I’ve been feeling pressure to share more about life in the Truck Stop Universe. Marichka, of course, is the talented engineer who’s at the center of that story.
Just to be clear, she’s not too enamored of rule books.
Here are some rules she knows about that perhaps you’re not aware of. I’m not sure you’ll want to follow her example.
Do NOT criticize the formatting of the Handbook for SkipShip Operators. It has to be cute or nobody will even open the thing. Do NOT mistake cuteness for mild, gentle, tentative advice.
RULES FOR INCURSIONS BY GOD-LIKE ALIENS
DO NOT ENGAGE
All interaction is engagement.
(Worship is engagement.)
Do NOT do what they tell you to do
Do NOT accept âassistanceâ
Do NOT accept gifts
OBSERVE AND TAKE NOTES
Do NOT allow the entity to know you are observing
Keep all communication lines open to your shipmates
Compare notes with your shipmates
Do NOT attempt to reconcile notes; Notes will never agree
REPORT ALL INCURSIONS TO AUTHORITIES
Surrender all information or objects acquired
Erase all records of the encounter
By NO MEANS tell anyone else
Oh, my god, do NOT tell everyone
DO NOT FOLLOW ALIEN TO ITS BASE OF OPERATIONS
Leave that to the experts
Absolutely, donât do this
Donât even imagine doing this
Donât believe any suggestions the alien has what you want there
This isn’t so much a blog post as a paper. There are footnotes and citations. Bear with me.
Have you had this experience? Someone in a group discussion notes that April is Autism Awareness Month. Then someone else says, âOh, remember Rain Man? I watched it again recently! Isnât that a great movie?â And then everyone has a lovely chat about movies. Unfortunately, this kind of response is what gamers call an Epic Fail. Letâs walk into April with some better awareness.[1]
So, what is autism? What isn’t it?
Photo Credit: Nina from Australia, Rain, Rain, Go Away (CC BY 2.0) via Wikimedia Commons
What it is
Autism is a set of neurological characteristics found in as many as 1 in 50 people [2,3] that can lead to difficulties with social interactions, repetitive behaviors, or intense engagement in special interests. Not necessarily all these things. (So, you know 100 people? Well, you likely know a couple of autistic people.)
Nobody knows what âcausesâ [4] autism, although probably there are combinations of genes that are more likely to yield autistic characteristics. (It may run in families, like other polygenic characteristics, such as height.) Autism presents on a spectrum, so its current designation is Autism Spectrum Disorder (ASD)âŚthough many autistic people will counter, âthereâs nothing disordered about me!â
What it isnât
Autism has absolutely nothing to do with vaccinesâthat absurd idea was generated by publication of fraudulent research, a real-world hoax that has harmed untold numbers of people [5,6,7]
Autism is not Rain Man. Dustin Hoffman did his best, and the film made a positive difference at the time, but that was over thirty years ago. The movie is now woefully out of date, and most autistic people find it discomfiting, stereotyping autism, families of autistics, and the way the world perceives them.
Autism is not sociopathy/psychopathy/other-mispercepathy. The number of mysteries or thrillers or police procedurals in which the murderer/terrorist/stalker is a shifty-eyed, unempathetic, twitchy weirdo whose speech patterns and movements and sometimes specific labelling code them as âautisticâ make my hair curl. No, the autistic people of the world are not spying on you, plotting the perfect murder, or designing weapons of terror. Instead, as a class, they are the kindest people you know.
Autism is not the strange child. The vast majority of autistics are adults. Autism doesnât go away when you grow up. Why donât you notice? Those whose difficulties with the world are great still live in relative isolation. As for the rest, theyâre âmasking.â This isnât a lighthearted improv exercise. It is a progressive modification of behaviorâoften unconscious, in ways learned over many yearsâto appear more like you, because theyâre pretty sure you wonât accept them otherwise. (So, maybe this should be Autism Acceptance Month.)
Masking isnât perfect; you probably think of your autistic friends as âthe little-bit odd oneâ or the âcute, quirky one.â You may not see them around as much as your other friendsâbecause keeping up masking is hard work. The older an autistic person is, the better they can be at maskingâbut then, itâs harder for them to change that. Also, be aware that if you realize a friend is autistic, it doesnât help to tell them to stop masking. Itâs a difficult process, and theyâll let you know when theyâre ready.
Photo Credit: Dietmar Rabbich (CC BY 4.0) via Wikimedia Commons
Unfortunately, old movies like Rain Man leave the impression that all autistic people are weird geniuses, canât take care of themselves, and suffer extreme difficulties with life. Yes, some are in that boat (and a rare few are even geniuses). Itâs important to be sure everyoneâs properly supported in lifeâcan we simply agree to support autistic people with needs just as we support neurotypical (NT) people with serious life issues?
A few thoughts to keep in mind, no matter what type of neurons youâre thinking with:
Autistic people are, as a group, extremely honest. This presents complicationsâbecause most autistic people donât react in conversation in quite the exact way that neurotypicals expect. For instance, if someone doesnât look you in the eye all the timeâa favorite behavior of NTâsâtheyâre perceived as âdishonestâ. Thatâs unfortunateâŚwhich is why ambitious autistic adults work hard to make eye contact, even though it may be enormously stressful to do so.
Autistic people are empatheticâand have all the same emotions you do. They may express their emotions a little differently, but that doesnât mean they donât have the exact same feelings you experience. Your autistic friends may even be more likely to notice how youâre feeling and to empathize with you, because they are observing you and working to figure you out, all the time. So theyâre not just in possession of that deep, humanizing characteristic, theyâre actively working at it, every day.
This doesn’t mean that autistic people are all perfect, wonderful, nice, diligent, hardworking, or what-have-you and are somehow better than neurotypical people. Everyone has shortcomingsâand autistics don’t need to become the next perfectionist minority. It’s just that the stereotypes (weird, twitchy, untrustworthy) are contradictory.
If youâre reading this, youâre probably part of the reading/writing community.Here’s another thought for you.
Well. Ummmm. YOU might be autistic. Nobody wants to think of themselves as âdifferent,â but writersâwhether theyâve gone the publishing route or notâdraw heavily from a well of âdifference.â Lots of us grew up feeling like we were âon the fringeâ or âthe odd one out.â We dive deep into the special interests that drive our work. We can go on and on and on about a character or a situation or a plot pointâwhether in a story we wrote or in one of our favorites. Heck, some of us can sit down and hammer out 50,000, 100,000, a million words. Thatâs hardly what nonwriters would call âtypical.â
If youâve secretly, quietly wondered if thereâs something you donât know about yourself that maybe you should, here is one easily-accessible book to read: Cynthia Kimâs Nerdy, Shy, and Socially Inappropriateis a clever, affecting story of one woman’s journey of self-discovery. Some terminology it uses, unfortunately, became outdated the year after publication, with the elimination (for very good reasons) of the problematic term Aspergerâs [8,9], but the self-realization content still holds up.
Ready to raise awareness a little (or a lot) more?
Below are a couple of helpful, easy-to-access resources. You can find deeper reading by continuing to the Notes and Citations section.
Ask Autistic Adults is my current favorite website for quickly-accessed on-point information on what grown-up autistic people feel you should know: labels, appropriate language, effective support, fake/abusive âtherapies,â and more.
The Thinking Personâs Guide to Autismis a web-based organization that provides a broad array of resources and connections to useful information for autistic people and their allies.
To catch up on the current zeitgeist in the autistic community, try the hashtag #actuallyautistic. To some extent, outsiders have tried to co-opt it, but the hashtag has withstood that pretty well so far.
Now, have a very happy Autism Awareness Month, everybody!
Below the blue umbrella: Notes and Citations
Photo Credit: Tom Mrazek, An Umbrella In the Dark, (CC BY 2.0) via Wikimedia Commons
Yes, lots of notes and cites. Because a blog post needs to be brief, but the topic is complex!
No one person speaks for all people in any marginalized group. I make no claims that my perspective, or those of the autistic individuals Iâve cited here, is more worthy than that of any other member of the broadly-defined autism community. This essay cannot be perfect, but I will update it as necessary, and I welcome honest, fact-based critique.
âRising ratesâ of autism do not reflect changes in the incidence of autism; rather, reports like the Johns Hopkins article reflect how wider application of diagnosis reveals that more people are autistic than was thought previously. This article in particular highlights a progression over time, as researchers began attending to this data and improving their diagnostic techniques. I linked to this article because it is quite readable and provides links to the academic papers and data, for those who are interested. The choice of a headline in a public-facing news presentation can be misleadingâremember to read more than headlines.
Autistic people, by and large, dislike using âcauseâ to describe the mechanisms underlying autism. It makes it sound like a disease, something you can âcure,â and that detracts from attending to what can truly help autistic people thrive in a largely non-autistic society, understanding what âtherapiesâ are harmful bunk, and listening to what autistics think. However, itâs the term thatâs easiest for a casual reader follow in the context of a (supposedly) brief article like this one. As a reminder, this is a note to a sentence stating clearly that the mechanics are still unknown.
âWakefieldâs article linking MMR vaccine and autism was fraudulentâ British Medical Journal (BMJ). 6 January 2011. BMJ 2011;342:c7452. https://www.bmj.com/content/342/bmj.c7452
Wakefieldâs horrific piece of hoaxery was published in the Lancet in January of 1998, and its awful effects have flowed into every corner of our medical landscapeâeven influencing vaccine resistance during the current pandemic. By the time the journal retracted the piece, the damage was done and the evil thought-virus of ‘vaccines are scary’ had spread too far to eradicate it.
Eggerston, Laura. âLancet retracts 12-year-old article linking autism to MMR vaccinesâ Canadian Medical Association Journal (CMAJ). 9 March 2010. Accessed via National Institutes of Health, 29 March 2022. https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC2831678/
Hans Asperger, the man after whom the so-called âhigh-functioningâ side of the autism spectrum was (temporarily) named, is now known to have been a eugenicist, Nazi-assisting child-hurter, and all-around guy-you-wouldnât-invite-round-to-dinner. The article below [9] is an accessible read and includes references.
I promised a post on my so-called accomplishments of the past year. It’s a decent exercise, especially when the year ahead looks so daunting. I’ve had to slap some provisional titles on works in progress, but that’s part of the fun. So, without further ado:
Fabulous Accomplishment
What Bit of Writing It Has to Do With
One short story published in an SFF market, both digital and print
Wrote, revised, and had accepted a middle-grade SF novella for a shared-universe collection
The Smugglers (planned for mid-2022)
Wrote, revised, performed, and had accepted a humorous short story for a shared-universe collection
“Coke Machine” (planned for spring 2022)
Submitted multiple entries to the California Writer’s Club (CWC) SF Peninsula Chapter’s Literary Stage competition, won awards for opening chapter for a diverse-characters novel, a humorous madcap short story, a structured poem (a sestina), and a short story.
A Sorcerer in Levoigne (Chapter 1), “Coke Machine,” “Trap” (poetry), “Solitary Dances” Note: the contest does not involve publication, but awards are listed on the SF Peninsula Chapter website.
Launched a newsletter and published the first eleven monthly issues (Twelfth issue came out in January 2022.)
Tales from the Oort Cloud What do you mean? You haven’t subscribed yet? EZ box on this page. Pop-up roaming the page. Link in the title and right here. Go for it. You won’t be sorry.
“Some” is as close as you’re going to get to a number, here.
Also: racked up several agent rejections, practiced pitches and studied statistics of twitter pitch contests, and wrote four (count ’em! FOUR!) blog posts!
Tally Ho!
I should note that at each of the open mics I manage, I also take part, sharing excerpts from works in progress as well as poetry and related works.
I’ve also been diligent at showing up for my critique partners and my non-critique writing group, even if I can’t be there in person. That boils down to 10-12 hours a week of reviewing colleagues’ work, accepting notes on my work, and discussing craft and our work together in online meetings.
One of my writing groups (the one that isnât a critique circle) has set a blog-post prompt of âHow do you measure success as an author?â Weâre supposed to introspect, come up with wise words to inspire and console others. I donât know about yâall, but the past two years have been a low-rising roller coaster, beginning with a brief burst of elation that my first book (my âdebutâ if you want to get precious about it) was coming out.
Only then we had a little bit of a pandemic to deal with.
And now itâs two years later.
All That Was Asked has never had a book-launch party (it slightly predates online launch parties), a signing session, a reading at a conventionânone of those things. Not uncoincidentally, it hasnât made much dough for me or for my publisher. At least the print copies are mostly print-on-demand, so no oneâs staring at a warehouse full of unsold copies and calling a shredding company.
But is selling a ton of books a success? To stay sane in this business, I think you have to measure success more on the basis of what you are doing than what you have done. If youâre making oodles of money in the publishing industry, thatâs mostly a matter of luck, so is that success? Iâd call it good fortune. Itâs very much a lottery. Iâve read absolutely stunning work in critique circles, listened to mind-blowing readings by little-known writers, and Iâve even had people tell me after a reading âwow, that was awesome!â
What makes sense is to measure how this workâwritingâimpacts your life. Is this what you live for? Not in a rosy-eyed, dreamy way, not âI luv writing <3â but âwriting is what drags me out of everything elseâ and âwriting is my food, drink, and sleepâ and âwriting is how I exist in this universe.â
What Iâm doing right now is working on projects that Iâve wanted to tackle for yearsâno, decadesâbut never could due to the vicissitudes of child-rearing, day-job workload, personal upheavals, and disability. Iâm not whining. These are just facts. I chose to raise kids, and it was satisfying work (and, yes, frustrating, too, but in all the right ways). However, doing the best job possible involved more than dropping them off at our barely-adequate schools. It meant advocating for them, fighting an uncaring administrative system, volunteering, fundraising, and, as a last-resort, homeschooling. At least in the pandemic age, there are more parents out there who understand that homeschoolingâat least not ideallyâisnât a romp in the garden, itâs serious work. And, like most of us, for me that was work that had to take place in parallel with earning a living.
So right now, Iâm successful. Every morning (afternoon?) I wake up, and thereâs writing to do.
This kind of writing, which is off-the-cuff, barely edited, and hurled into the interweb’s event horizon, never to be seen by human eyes.
Critical writing, where Iâm critiquing work by fellow writers, trying to help them make their stories the best they can be.Â
Social-media writingâmostly Twitterâwhere I practice being concise, kind, and thoughtful.
And, finally, yes, writing my own stories, the ones Iâve been wanting to read.
What I’ve been looking forâand yes, I’ve found some, but far too fewâare stories led by characters who have trouble communicating, who donât fit in, who think differently than others but find a way through life anyhow. I’m tired of hero’s-journey stories and chosen-one tales that take themselves too seriously. I don’t mind playing with the tropes. For instance, one of my WIPs has a seeming “chosen one” in it, but the whole thing is a crock, a scheme worked up by a person who’s trying to change society and is using an old myth to get buy-in. Not that the “chosen” person isn’t worthy, but there’s no magic in the processâthey’re carefully selected for capability and then trained for the job.
Iâm not writing to market. I admit that. So I canât complain about sales, not too much. It may take time for people like me to find the stories Iâm writing for them. Thatâs OK. I waited a long time. A little longerâI can deal.
Well, I’m trying to, anyhow.
In the meantime, Iâm keeping on. For me, that writers learned to use remote meetings to connect for critiques, discuss craft, conduct conventions, and more has been a compensatory gain during the pandemic. Itâs not a benefit of this horrible time; itâs a thing we could should have been doing all along, and only just now learned to value. When the pandemicâs over, weâll keep connected this way. Thatâs a good thing, but we donât get to pretend itâs all right that millions of people died while those of us privileged to live were fumbling our way to this belated discovery.
Iâve leveraged that new learning, because Iâm an engineer and tech things come naturally to me. Iâve let myself get roped into volunteering to help others less comfortable with the technologyâand thatâs OK, because participating with other writers helps me connect more deeply with my writing community. I value the friendships Iâve formed with people Iâve only met in Zoom rooms. This is not a trivial feelingâI dedicated my Monday afternoons for half this past year to help a Zoom friend whose critique circle had lost their only zoom-capable member. That meant stepping aside from one of my other critique circles, one that needed me less. Iâm returning to my prior group as of this month, because my friend’s old zoom-host has returned. Iâll miss the new friends I made in her circle, even though we only ever saw each other in little boxes on our computer screens.
Am I a failure because I had to defer my writing career? Looking back through my drawer of shelved and partly-done stories, one thing is strikingly clearâI was so young, so ignorant, so clueless. Much of what Iâm writing now, I couldnât have done when I was younger. In technique, I’m much better than my younger self; some of that gain I can attribute to years of writing science and engineering reports and papers, working collaboratively with colleagues on phrasing, structure, and word choice … plus coping with deadlines. Beyond the technique, older me is able to imagine more-complex characters, see worlds with more-different people in them. Through personal experience, I know most livesâmost real storiesâdon’t have a âcall to adventureâ or a âsupreme ordeal.â Thereâs no wise mentor waiting to guide us. We have to muddle through, try to survive in an irrational universe, and deal with the fact we’ll never quite make sense of it all.
Sure, Iâm still learning. You have to keep learning. Itâs the key to growth in every respect. Even there, though, Iâm doing better, working actively to learn more of what I need to continue improving.
In my next posting, Iâll demonstrate my success by sharing a list of what I consider to be my 2021 accomplishments not only as a writer but also as a member of the writing community.
For my New Year’s Day new learning, I worked out how to create a thread (properly) in Twitter, in order to post my very first awards eligibility thread.
I know, I know, none of these are going to win any awards, though one has already been nominated (by the editor of the anthology) for a majorly major award. Nominations count; just being nominated is a huge, huge thrill.
But not everyone likes to hang out on social media. Facebook is broken. Twitter has deep wells of toxicity, Instagram is all about being pretty (and owned by Facebook), and Tik-Tok is … out of my league.
So in this blog post, I’ll try to recreate the Twitter post. I have two 2021 stories that are Hugos-eligible (the science-fiction ones). What awards do you know about that you’re eligible to nominate for? You might be surprised!
Let’s jump ahead now, and make this Not About Me. It’s readers who nominate for Hugos, and readers don’t care if the author is famous, made a bucket of money, or only managed to sell one story. Sure, the list of finalists is short, but consider–what did you read last year? What moved you? If you’re a 2021 or 2022 WorldCon member, you can nominate the things you liked. You can nominate up to five things in EVERY category. They don’t have to be the movies, stories, novels, or magazines that your friends liked, that your social-media leaders went on and on about. You can voice your own preferences.
So, pitch made. GO forth, write reviews on Amazon and Goodreads, nominate all your favorites for awards, and then enjoy all the new (and not-so-new) stories out there in 2022.
Here, then, is my Twitter thread. Do ya love or hate my cartoony profile pic? I’ll only put it in for the opening tweet; otherwise, it gets annoying in blog format.
The official awards-eligibility thread. In 2021, I had three short stories published:
1. a #scifi story about stolen land
2. a light #scifi #romance featuring a favorite 20th-century artist
3. an upbeat piece of literary fiction grown from #autism, #depression, and #optimism.
2/7 âHeartâs Delight,â anthologized in Fault Zone: Reverse, edited by @LaurelAnneHill and published by Sand Hill Review Press. An intelligent ecosystem repels those whose ancestors took the land unjustly, returning custody to its true caretakers. #SFF
3/7 For the record, I live on Tamien Nation Territory, bordering Popeloutchum (Amah Mutsun) land, connected to the territory of the Muwekma Ohlone Tribe of the San Francisco Bay Area. These people are all, right now, working to protect this land, e.g.: http://amahmutsun.org/history
4/7 âParrish Blue,â published by Water Dragon Publishing (Dragon Gems short fiction). In an elite restaurant on a climate-ravaged Earth, under the glow of a recreated artwork, a young woman rediscovers a dream of life immersed in wonderâand finds one who shares that dream. #SFF
5/7 Iâm dropping in an image of the piece of art these two fall in love under (Romance, by Maxfield Parrish). Just because.
6/7 âReunion,â anthologized in Fault Zone: Reverse, edited by @LaurelAnneHill and published by Sand Hill Review Press. Two young people, separated in childhood by separate traumatic events, renew a friendship forged through shared suffering.
7/7 If this story resonates for you, consider further research at https://autisticadvocacy.orgor connect with mental-health resources in your community. Also, remember to reconnect with friends in 2022.
It’s surprising hard to recreate a Twitter posting in a blog! Go follow me on Twitter, OK?
In some critique circles, shooting down misplaced modifiers has become a sporting activity. Itâs fun, because theyâre easy to spot and can be really funny. âThe robber drove the getaway car in a batman costumeâ should make you smile at the image of a car cosplaying as The Batman. Itâs logical that a modifier works best when itâs placed as close as possible to the thing itâs describing. For example, the descriptor âin a batman costumeâ should be next to ârobberâ and not âcar.â
Unfortunately, a valuable writing toolâthe participial phraseâis taking collateral damage.
A participial phrase is a specialized modifier that conveys movement or change, often incorporating visual imagery and other details, while performing the duties of an adjective. This tool has its own grammar and punctuation rules. Like any modifier, it can be misplaced, but the writer has flexibility in its placement, supported by the unsung hero of grammar: the comma.
To be sure weâre all on the same page, letâs start with participles. A participle is what you get when you take a verb and use it as an adjective: drowned trees, running water, flying pigs, grown woman, billowing clouds. Look for the past- and present-tense endings.
A simple participle works just like an ordinary adjective and is placed exactly as you would expect. For example, âdrowned treesâ could be a more dramatic way to say âdead trees.â Itâs not unique to English, but repurposing words is relatively common in our language. Apparently, we English-speakers are determined to keep turning one part of speech into another, as if we havenât got enough words already. Verbing nouns is one of my pet peeves.
(Yes, I know. You saw what I did there.)
A participial phrase is both
a phrase with a participle in it, and
a phrase acting as an adjective, intended to describe the subject of a sentence.
For example, âacting as an adjectiveâ is a participial phrase. So is, âintended to describe the subject of a sentence.â
To get a participial phrase, you build upon the participle:
Trees … drowned in the flood from the broken dam
Water … running over rocks and rills
Pigs … flying like eagles
Woman … grown wise in the ways of the world
Clouds … billowing like windblown sheets of satin (note the participle within this participial phrase)
Participles and participial phrases add flavor and texture to our sentences, and because they come from verbs, they help create a feeling of action. Questions arise when we go to put our nicely-constructed phrase into its sentence, because ⌠where do we put the darned thing? You have three choices:
Leading: Billowing like windblown sheets of satin, the clouds sailed over the plains of Endor.
Subject-adjacent: The clouds, billowing like windblown sheets of satin, sailed over the plains of Endor.
Trailing: The clouds sailed over the plains of Endor, billowing like windblown sheets of satin.
(Note: these are my own terms. Reliable texts will say âat the beginning/in the middle/at the end.â yawn. Also, do not rail at me about the forests of Endor. This one is about the plains. Where, possibly, it rains. Like in Spain.)
Now ⌠wait for it ⌠here it comes:
If (and only if) you fail to properly punctuate a participial phrase, it becomes a misplaced modifier.
Technically, itâs a mispunctuated modifier, but to the reader, itâs confusing, and thatâs why we care about misplaced modifiers. It occurs most often when the participial phrase is trailing. The separating comma before the phrase signals the reader that what follows describes the subject, in our example: clouds. Without the comma, you get:
The clouds sailed over the plains of Endor billowing like windblown sheets of satin.
Here, the reader is cast adrift and must grab for the nearest noun. While it may be possible that the plains of Endor billow, without other information, the reader will snicker, backtrack, guess what you mean, and move on, now somewhat annoyed by your absent comma.
Participial phrases bow to the humble comma or risk being misunderstood. For leading ones, you need a comma to close off the modifying phrase and move into the sentence proper. For subject-adjacent placement, commasâor their absenceâare used intentionally to create subtle distinctions in meaning, distinguishing between essential description and nonessential elaboration.
A participial phrase placed next to the subject but without commas makes that descriptor an essential one. Consider:
The clouds billowing like windblown sheets of satin sailed over the plains of Endor.
Here the phrase is “essential” because it’s telling us that only those clouds that are billowing (yes, like satin) sail over the plains. Perhaps other clouds lie high in the stratosphere, unaffected by the winds below. If we put the commas back in, then we know the descriptor is colorful but nonessential. That is, we understand that all the clouds are sailing, though we pause in the middle of the sentence to enjoy the charming detail of their movement and sheen.
Placement at the beginning versus the end of a sentence allows us to create a sense of sequence, the order in which the storyteller wants the reader to experience each element. With the leading version of our Endorian sentence, the author wants you to take in the image of the shape and movement and texture of the clouds first, then imagine them sailing over the plains. Itâs like when a child runs up to you with a remote-control toy and says âLook! Godzilla is driving this robot car! Isnât it cool? Now watch what it can do!â
In contrast, with a trailing placement, the author nudges you to first realize that the clouds are sailing over the plainsâmaybe itâs important, because a party of adventurers must cross the stormy plainâand then lets you enjoy the cloudsâ beauty. In our childâs-play example, first you are startled by a remote-control car zipping across the playground, and then a child is calling out âWow! Cool! A robot car with Godzilla driving it!â
And now, donât you want a robot car?
Me, too!
Were the plains of Endor too much? Letâs review, using a simpler situation. Imagine a romance in which a young woman has just learned her true love is about to sail away on a ship, and sheâs hurried to the docks. She spots him boarding a vessel, but itâs way down on the pier. She has to run. She wants him to see her, but heâs too far away.
Hereâs a mispunctuated participial phrase: Mun-Su ran down the dock waving to her departing lover.
We know the dock isnât saying farewell to its lover, we know itâs Mun-Su, but as readers we donât like to have to stop and think about it. Add the comma demanded by a trailing participial phrase, and all becomes clear as we yank out our hankies: Mun-Su ran down the dock, waving to her departing lover.
Of course, you could stick the participial phrase at the front: Waving to her departing lover, Mun-Su ran down the dock. Grammatically, this is correct, but weâve defined a situation in which Mun-Su needs to get a move on first; her running is the critical action, because the lover wonât see her waving until she gets closer.
Further, what if you want to make the situation more complex? This is an important beat in the story. Surely, you want to share the characterâs innermost feelings, her physical sensations at that moment: Her heart hammered like a steam piston as Mun-Su ran down the dock, waving to her departing lover.
Those unaware of the functionality of the participial phrase will point and cry, âYou must place the phrase next to the subject.â Oh, my, but then you get: Her heart hammered like a steam piston as Mun-Su, waving to her departing lover, ran down the dock.
Poor Mun-Su is awkwardly waving, in a nonessential way, as she runs down the dock. Sadly, Iâm not seeing a happily-ever-after now. Pass me the tissues.
I do hope you have enjoyed this little missive from the Grammar Police. We protect and serve … the text.
Donât worry, Ha Mun-Su does get her happy ending eventually, and Won Jin-Ah won an award for her portrayal, too! https://www.imdb.com/title/tt7521898/