Current mood:

busy

Blood, Sweat and Tears (of Joy)
Daily Count: 1,095
Weekly Count: 7,053
YTD: 14,100

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Flesh and Blood: 1,095 words. New, original thing; the one I'm writing for the submission call. It feels good so far, if still a little slow. Even so, if I write a thousand words a day over the next 10 (well, now 9), that still gives me a week to edit and get it in. That feels doable. We shall see how I fare.

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Happy birthday to my beloved sweptawaybayou, who I fangirled before I knew and fangirl MORE now that I know her. Happy, happy, HAPPY birthday, Snow!

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I Didn't Dream of Dragons by deepad

There's been a lot of discussion of Writing the Other in fannish circles lately; I really liked--and agreed with--what deepad had to say here:

One of the most frustrating arguments I’ve encountered is—If you hate it so much, stop bitching and write your own.

This naive position stems from the utopian capitalist belief that all markets are equal, and individuals are free to be what they can driven only by their inner divine spark.

and

When I was in class 7, our English teacher gave us the rare creative writing assignment, and three of my classmates wrote adventure stories about characters named Julian and Peggy and Tom. Do not tell me that this cultural fracture does not affect the odds required to produce enough healthy imaginations that can chrysalis into writers. When we call ourselves Oreos or Coconuts or Bananas (Black/Brown/Yellow on the outside, White on the inside)—understand the ruptures and bafflement that accompanies our consumption of your media while we resent and critique it.

and

It is not an equal playing field. This is like assuming that the one runner in India who perseveres in the face of poverty and institutional neglect and governmental lack-of-infrastructure will by virtue of her drive and passion be as good as the team of runners culled from the tens of thousands of children sent to athletic training camps in China for the express purpose of creating Olympic medallists.