First of all, to those who celebrate it, happy Easter.
For those who’ve sent me guest posts, I am not running them this weekend because it’s typically low hits. Yes, Mad Genius Club is through the roof right now, but I don’t think it’s to TODAY’S post.
On why it’s through the roof — the Hugos — and that whole kerfuffle, I’m only going to say a few things.
First and most importantly I’m going to say congratulations to all the nominees. The ballot is a rather sweet result to me. Kevin J. Anderson is FINALLY on a Hugo ballot. I’ve known the man for a million years give or take a hundred thousand (I am not a time trav– Oh, whatevs) and he’s deserved a Hugo all that time. Now he’s getting a chance at one. Also in the related category three of the nominees are like blood kin to me. Siblings, in fact. So that is rather sweet, though I have no idea whom to vote for (yet.)
Also on the ballot is my publisher, who should have got a Hugo for Best Editor at least a dozen times. (Trust me, I’ve worked with a lot of other editors.) So, there I know whom to vote for.
Second, the gentleman that Amanda had to take to task on her blog [UPDATE: Okay, not him just someone with a similar name on the same side. I have lousy memory for names.] came out yesterday night to accuse us of gloating and being “partisan” and unprofessional.
I will confess to being Portuguese born and bred and to being the despair of my mother when it came to nice manners and not slapping the back of my hand into the palm of my open hand while speaking like (mom tells me) a fishwife.
But that’s only when I’m riled up. And I wasn’t even riled up last night, just vaguely annoyed. Also, anyone who thinks I’m gloating because authors who’ve been willfully passed over for the Hugos for decades finally got on the ballot graced last year by the sloppy bathos fest “If You Were A Dinosaur My Love” should go lie down. They’re feverish.
These people rather than being honored by the Hugo honor the Hugo which was all of Brad Torgersen’s point. To rinse the award won by truly deserving writers, from Asimov to Heinlein to Ursula Le Guin and make it relevant to normal fans again. I don’t know if Kate (the Impaler) will have the same goal, but I think so. (We haven’t talked as much as usual recently because surgery and such.)
Anyway, to be asked for civility from the side that’s been emptying the slops bucket on our head ever since their favorites didn’t get the call is all too precious and rich. The people who were screaming at us that “Women are allowed to write science fiction too” apparently didn’t notice the women on this side and on the ballot (I know, we’re wrongwomen and wrongfans.) And the idiots who for years have said that this was all because Larry wanted a Hugo owe him a giant apology. Until I see that I’m all out of f*cks to give about their precious hurt feelings.
For more on the Hugos go to the ever classy Brad Torgersen. I’m not classy. Oh, and guys, if I were gloating, you would know it. There would be gifs of dancing goats or something. Instead, I just feel like a soldier who’s marched all night for the honor to walk into Mordor. I’m tired, I’d like a bed, and I know tomorrow there will be a heck of a lot of work to do.
On the good side, the spoils are good. I.e. if you can pay the membership to vote do it because the books will be worth the $40. And then read and vote for your best.
The only other comment on that ever so civil and non partisan side I’m going to make is to reproduce the comment one of them made on IO9 and my friend Charlie Martin’s comment in reply.
alimumCharlie Jane Anders
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Actually, it’s about ethics in science fiction awards.
In the past year or so, it has become painfully obvious that if I ever do publish any of my writing, for my own safety and to be taken seriously, I will have to use a gender neutral or male pseudonym.
Charlie, the only risk to your safety is if you dislocate your shoulder patting yourself on the back for what a Good Person You Are. After years of campaigns by the Right People, you’ve discovered the Wrong People can vote too.
So, yeah, it’s about ethics. And if you and the other bien pensants had any, we wouldn’t be having this whole discussion.
Oh, and I’d like to reassure Charlie Jane Anders. Women have been working and winning awards in science fiction for decades. Under female names, even, unless Ursula, Connie and others are male names and no one told me. I have been writing under a female name (several in fact) for years, and never feared violence because of my sex. Because of my politics, maybe, but even there I didn’t fear for my safety, just for my career.
Okay. And now enough about the antics of the perpetually threatened and offended and their strident calls for “civility” from our side. I might have made a tasteless comment about preparation H. Again, I’d like to point out my mom never beat the fishwife out of me, thought she tried. And I might have made a graphic of a rocket exploding with “wrongfans having wrongfun and we like it.”
However I’ve never accused anyone of “stealing” the Hugos or of buying sock puppet memberships; other than saying that some of the nominees (and winners) in recent years have been long on social justice and short on worth (a value judgement but MY value judgement and that of a lot of fans who no longer use the Hugo as a buy recommendation), I’ve never impugned the character of any Hugo nominee/winner for being nominees/winners (I’ve pointed out bad behavior from some of them and an habit of wearing their own colon as a stylish hat in other circumstances. That’s different, but that’s frankly more descriptive than impugning);and I’ve never, not even in my worst moments accused anyone on the other side of thought crime (racist, sexist, homophobic, wrongthinker or eeeevil) or private vice (I’ve never once said I fear for my safety around them.)
I will employ civility when I see some. And some apologies, too for people like Larry.
And now for the longed-for — you long for it, right? — update.
I’m recovering, though I managed to catch an infection during surgery and also the surgery was far more extensive than expected (how extensive? Cut from hip to hip extensive, though it wasn’t supposed to be abdominal at all.)
I am now off the opiates. Have been for about a week, but percocet seems to have lingering effects with me. Because I was forced to re-resort to it (I first only took it for a day) due to the infection and associated pain, the writing came to a stand still. This is because for whatever reason percocet makes my writing flat like week old open soda. I can write words and everything, but there’s no voice, or not enough to carry a story.
Well, that is rinsing out at last and after I get some tea and a boiled egg, I’ll be working on Through Fire some. Yes, even today. Frankly I want the cursed book off my desk.
The biggest revelation of this post-op period, though, has been finding out what was wrong before.
Apparently not only was there a lot of binding and scar tissue in my abdomen which (weirdly) impaired my mobility, but I must have been in chronic pain for years.
To clarify: I’ve taken maximum one percocet a day (sometimes less) when the pain gets really bad. Again, I don’t like opiates. They make me dizzy and nauseated, but worst of all they give me mini-dementia. As in, the governor that prevents you from watering the cat and giving tuna to the plant is gone. To avoid doing something disastrous, I have to watch myself even more thoroughly than I normally do which is EXHAUSTING. And writing becomes a negotiated process because my fingers get ideas of their own about what to type. (No, it’s not even Freudian. For a time last week my fingers had an Asian accent issue, and typed l for r and vice versa.) So instead of the 12 percocet a day (2 tablets, three times a day) I took one when things became unbearable. This was usually in the morning. I’ve taken no percocet at night.
However, I’ve experiencing long, deep sleep for 7 hours (by the clock. Part of the reason I’m up now is that I woke up seven hours after falling asleep.) UNLESS I forget to take Super Motrim (imagine it with a little cape floating in the wind) in which case I have the nights I’ve had for 15 years and REALLY had for the last three: interrupted, broken, never fully asleep, etc.
It was so noticeable I asked my doctor (and Speaker) if Motrim had soporific properties.
Turns out it doesn’t. It just stops pain.
The only explanation for its noticeable effect on me is that the stuff in there had been growing/binding/hurting more each year and that the human body is infinitely adaptable and the human mind more so. I got used to tuning it out, and it worked fine during the day and even most of the time at night when considered as pain. (Most of the time because one of the things that caused the appointment that ended in surgery was that I’d been having trouble not screaming aloud in the night.) But my subconscious wasn’t fooled and thus kept me awake.
I’m hoping very much, and if you’re a praying person I request the favor of prayers on that behalf, that at the end of this, in a month (or earlier, but a month from now is the discharge appointment) I’m pain free and the deep sleep continues without Super Motrim (to the rescue.)
And now that I’ve both been a fish wife and one of my grandmother’s friends who thought their health was endlessly fascinating to everyone (I’m sorry for it, but some of you have bugged me for news and this was easiest) I shall get out of your way and wish those of you who celebrate Easter a happy and blessed day. And wish those of you who don’t a happy and blessed day anyway, since it’s not a work day and you can do whatever you want, and hopefully it’s not snowing where ya’ll are today.
Thank you for your continued kindness and support. This blog shall resume bright and early tomorrow.
UPDATE: Welcome Instapundit readers, and thank you to Glenn Reynolds for the link.
Second UPDATE: Because everyone keeps asking me this, and I’m tired of answering messages, yes, if you buy a membership now for $40 you can vote in this year’s Hugos AND you can NOMINATE for next year. And you’ll get copies of most nominated works to make an informed vote. The link to buy memberships is here.