Sorry this is so late, but apparently I had to write the world’s longest post for Mad Genius Club. I needed to do it because despite the award this has been week from hell, and the only way to explain things I’ve chosen to do (now) and say without besmirching the innocent is to give the whole history. Also I’m tired of people trying to “defend” me and making things much worse.
I don’t need people to defend me, because even though I made mistakes, they weren’t KNOWING mistakes. For the rest, such as the quality of my writing, I make no claim. How do you judge quality but by sales, anyway. I writes a bit, though, and intend to continue. Anyway, if you want to read this post, go here.
I did not forget Stephanie’s post, and it will be out tomorrow. I would not post it this late, because I owe her better.
That post above is the example of a niche within our world today. KJA used to say that only writers understand other writers, because by every metric the business if fucking nuts. It is that.
I’m sick and tired of people sending me typos, critiquing my choice of cover OR my choice of audio book reader on the traditional published books. I can’t fix the typos, I don’t get a say on either cover or reader, you’re complaining to the wrong person. Ditto for “why did you change your name” and “why are you writing mysteries now.” Over twenty years (this month. 20 years from my first novel sale) I’ve done what I needed to do to stay published.
But I remember being “just” a reader and not getting it either. Because it’s a niche. Very few people traditionally published in the long scheme of things, and it’s a very secretive (and a wee bit crazy) business. Only writers (and editors, though sometimes I DO wonder about that) know what’s going on.
The same applies in time. Part of the reason the idiots on the left call everyone nazi and march in the streets beating up people who don’t attack them first, is that they live in the niche of a rich and secure country and have never actually met a real Nazi. They don’t understand the ethos of rising eugenics and national socialism which infected even the US, or how misunderstood Darwin led to the regular person on the street thinking that eugenics “made sense.”
A middle class writer — not particularly right or left — who wrote The Green Man of Graypec in the thirties decried how our civilization had fallen, in his future history, for lack of “eugenics hygiene.” He didn’t follow it to its ultimate conclusion, which yeah, kind of involves ovens. He probably didn’t think of it. But treating people as widgets in groups leads to dehumanization and from there to ovens it’s a straight line and the skids are greased.
The children who were maleducated in history live in a niche where Marxism is the way and always wins.
But everyone is in a niche. This morning I was reading a mystery set during the blitz and written during the blitz. The author had later added an intro in which she talked of setting up a meeting place in London, at the restaurant, or if it’s not there, at the movie theater. If that’s gone, at x hotel.
I was born 17 years after the end of WWII and to me it was already history. And I already knew we would win. I have no idea what it’s like to grow up under the threat of what seemed from the outside the all-conquering German army. Like my kids have no clue what it is like to grow up during the cold war. And you can’t make them FEEL it. You can give them some idea, with stories and history, but you can’t take them there, not really.
This is the tragedy of history and why we so often repeat our mistakes as a species, fast or slow.
The glory? We survive. More or less functionally, humans survive. And honestly, Heinlein was right. With some disgusting intervals at certain times or places, the future has been better than the past.
So go to the future. It’s better there. And help build it the way you want. Oh, and survive. Never give up, never surrender.
It’s all you can do.