There are weird benefits to being on the right side of politics, a blogger and a writer.
I mean, okay, I giggle hysterically when someone accuses me of selling out to the right, because…. dude. No, seriously! This would be like the famous spy who sold out his country for a twinkie and a pack of pre-chewed gum.
Mostly the benefits of expressing a political opinion loudly are all on the left. Weirdly, they get far less of what I’d call “Grass roots” support. I have a friend who did a deep dive into the patreon of noted lefties in my field and emerged with the information that it was a massive circle jerk, and not just intellectually. I.e. on paper they might get 40k, but they were donating close to that, so if you visualize it, the same 40k was going round and round and round.
We on the right do get the grassroots support, and by the way, because I haven’t and I should, I appreciate everyone who supports this blog more than I can say, particularly because you guys KNOW I’d do it anyway, but you choose to send me money to show your appreciation. And knowing how tight many of you are, that is a compliment indeed. The money is appreciated (well, not this last year, but the year before I’d have made almost nothing without it) but so is your support and KNOWING you’re there as a failsafe mechanism, if — say — my computer dies (Thank you guys!) or my cat needs extremely expensive treatments (Okay, it only bought us six months, but it was Greebo and I’m SO GLAD we had the six months. I still miss my Fuzzy Buzzy editor more than I can say.) Because I’m doing this without a net, and there’s nothing below if we fall and…. well, we all feel the cold in the air and, to coin a phrase, winter is coming.
The left otoh get ….. money and position and power. If I turned my coat today, I’d start winning awards tomorrow, and being invited to talk shows to talk about the future, and having all kinds of accolades, and probably get a college teaching post and not for languages.
So in that sense, not being on the left, if you’re doing it for mercenary motives would be a sign of stupidity. Of course, I’m not doing it — only — for mercenary motives. Oh, I like being paid for my writing. But my politics are a part of being on the side of what I believe is right, what will enhance humanity’s chances of survival, what ultimately will create a world in which my descendants (hopefully) biological and “adopted” can thrive and pursue happiness. And that means I can’t sell out — which would ALWAYS be to the left, for any rational person — because there are things more important than money. One of them being my soul.
Mind you, we’re in a position of inferiority to the extent of commanding the heights of cultural power and money, because we are stupid. We’ve been playing by Marquis de Queensberry rules, while the other side is having a brawl. We insisted for a century we couldn’t take politics in account when hiring, when buying, when promoting.
The end result of this is exactly where we are, and Hollywood puts the five minutes of hate at straw conservatives even in stupid romantic comedies.
Some of us are waking up though. As you guys know I came up with the “Not One Red Cent” policy, in which I’m not promoting/helping/buying from the left, unless I can’t help it. And even then, I’m trying to work on alternatives. (Slowly, that’s how.)
The reverse of that is “encourage people on our side. Help them. Promote them.” We can’t give a lot of monetary advantage (yet) but we can give knowledge, help, a leg up. And to be fair, there’s a ton of unappreciated talent on our side, partly because we were forcibly held out of creative fields for so long.
Later this month, I’ll have a promo for people’s creative non-writing stuff. If you do that, send me a link to your shop, your restaurant, your whatever. Winter is coming, and it’s time to help the neighbors get their crops in, before it snows. Send it to the book promo email.
But weirdly, we all seem to have hit it more or less at the same time. There are deals, and money-making ventures in the offing, which came at me unexpectedly and through sideways channels. I will blog about them when contracts are inked.
But more interestingly, this last year, I got a lot of semi-weird gifts, which I’m very bad at blogging about. And btw semi-weird is not a criticism, and they’re all things I USE. I just didn’t expect them, but they were very welcome when I got them. And I keep meaning to blog about them, and will in more detail later.
However, for now, I want to talk about two of them. One was a set of murder needles. I’d post a pick of me wearing them, but I don’t know where I put the pics. (Look, computer died….) However, there’s no way I could do a review as complete as this one:
And I’m copying pics from their latest FB promo so you see how pretty they are:
The other unexpected, but much appreciated gift I got was King Harv Coffee.
I knew about them, because they’d sent Professor Jacobson of Legal Insurrection a gift when he was on the receiving end of some professional unpleasantness due to his opinions. Back then, I sent an email asking if they had a subscription program, as I intended to get some as a gift for son (I still need to do that. This has been…. a year. I mean last year, though I expect the same again.) They said no, but they were working on it.
Then last month out of the blue they sent me a gift of their Mars coffee, as appreciation for my insty work and the work here as well.
I was grateful and happy with the coffee, of course but you know, the REAL coffee connoisseur around here is not me, but my son. So I waited till the holidays, when he could try it.
Well, he did try it, and so did I. And now, when I can afford it, I’m getting a subscription for myself.
Son made all sorts of noise about chocolate undertones, and a front loaded nutty flavor. He’s all classy that way. I’m not. What I can tell you, though, is that in recent years I’ve been going off coffee. Something about menopause plus thyroid adjustments made me taste the bitter undertone of coffee more than usual. Look, I like bitter. I love roasted hazelnuts, dark chocolate and beer. But I have limits, and in coffee, early morning, I realized I was adding more and more sweetener and cream, and it wasn’t even healthy.
Well, King Harv? I understand now why Glenn Reynolds says it’s not hard to drink your coffee black with no sweetener. No, seriously. It’s flavorful, and nice, and mellow, and almost no bitterness. I actually downed the first cup with nothing in it, just the coffee before my brain realized I was drinking it plain. Then I had the second cup the same way.
So, that’s a life goal this year: Make enough money not only to get a subscription for son, but to get myself a subscription as well.
Thank you, King Harv’s Imperial Coffees for a much appreciated gift.
Oh, and they’re our kind of nerds, too. My husband opened the package before I got to it, and it was weird to hear him laugh out loud….
Because, well, apparently Mars produces GOOD coffee.
Anyway, this is my attempt at thanking some of the people who’ve been very very good to me.
And I will get back to Witch’s Daughter. I AM actually working again. I am however in the middle of a space opera, which means getting my head back into fantasy is a little hard. But I’ll have a new chapter by next week. I’ve written a little of it.
Okay. That’s it for now. Book promo and vignettes tomorrow.