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*We don’t have a raiding party post and that’s partly my fault, as I should have given them a schedule by now, but I also decided not to push anyone, because they’re all either dealing with family or health stuff.  So I hope you guys will be happy with a blast from the past post. The kids  guests will be back next week*

Something has been working at me since my post against using stupid slogans instead of thinking (when reality is almost if not actually the opposite – and no, I’m not going to reprise that.  I made all the arguments I wanted to make in that post.  And everyone got a chance to yell at me.  Enough.)  Weirdly, what bothered me most was not the name calling, but a seemingly innocuous comment, which was echoed and repeated by any number of commenters.

To begin with, it was the way it was repeated – not, like a lot of it, as though the person were working from a cheat-sheet, but more – as though a lot of people at the same time had come up with the same clinching argument…  Or what they thought was a clinching argument.

Except it wasn’t, not when you step back and analyze it.  Worse, when you step back and analyze it, you grow quite alarmed at its underpinnings and the fact that ANYONE would think this served as an argument to defend anything.

If, like me, you are – for your sins – a graduate of an excellent college, and hold a degree in the humanities, you don’t wonder why so many people echoed it probably without coordination.  The reason is that they all heard this in school and that in school, if this had been a college paper, it would have won a good grade.  And like most such arguments, it echoes the bias of thought of college professors and current academia.

I don’t remember off the top of my head whether we let any of those comments through.  I wasn’t the only one weeding through them – I have helpers who do that also, so I have time to write.  So, I’ll have to reprise it.

The comment omitted what they were against so I’ll put it in square brackets [It doesn’t surprise me that you think that men get a worse deal in current society than women because] This reminds me of all the Victorian women who were against female suffrage. [presumably meaning: and you don’t realize that just like them you are brainwashed.]

If you are nodding along, you probably ALSO had an excellent college education in the humanities and learned what would get you an A in sociology or feminist literature or whatever the heck it was you took.  (In my case it was theory of Literature, American Literature and Comparative Literature.  Also American Culture, British Culture and German Culture.  Possibly also linguistics, though those tended to be more factual.)

If you are nodding along you ALSO never took the time to unpack this argument.  Don’t feel bad about it, though.  It bothered me – and not in the sense that it felt right – because though it felt like while it was a “valid” – i.e. “logical” – argument, I had a feeling it was wrong.  Not just in my case, but in general.

Still even now, several decades after leaving college, it took me hours and the fact I had a lot of time in a waiting room yesterday to unpack it and figure out the LEVELS of wrong in it: in general, in particular, and when applied to my blog.  We are ALL the product of our education, and if you think that unlike your grandmother you had an education that prepared you to think without bias, it just means you haven’t seen through the bias.

This is a staggeringly bad argument in general because it can be used to dismiss anyone’s ideas based on what a group in the past did.  Say you don’t believe – I plead the fifth.  Most of the time I have a better image of humans in general and yes, women in particular.  Periodically I get annoyed and have to point out certain issues – that women tend to repeat slogans without examining them and fall for quasi-messianic movements without examining their underpinnings.  I could sneeringly dismiss your argument with “Well, you know, the first thing women did, given the vote, was pass prohibition.”

And then you’ll say – rightly – “but Sarah, that was a different set of women, educated under different circumstances, informed by a different set of beliefs, which make your argument irrelevant.”

Which brings us to the second part of why this argument is wrong in the specific and why it’s appalling that people with a college education can’t unpack it.  Repeat after me: The past is another country.  Not only do you not know how you’d have reacted to the suffragette movement if you lived in that time (rather irrelevant, really, since if you lived in that time, you wouldn’t be you) BUT you have no idea if they were right for their time and by their lights.

Now before you go screaming around the echo chamber that Sarah Hoyt believes women shouldn’t have right to vote, let’s register it for posterity that Sarah Hoyt has her doubts on universal suffrage regardless of gender.  It’s a horrible system.  It’s just the best one we’ve come up with so far.  The average woman is no dumber or less equipped to make a voting decision than the average man, and at the high end, women are as equipped to do it as high-end men.

What I’d like say, though – and what I’d like you to listen to, if you can remove the wads of indoctrination blocking your ears – is that just because women’s suffrage won and the results (except prohibition) have been pretty good, they had no intellectual way of knowing that at the time.

First of all you’re assuming that suffrage is always an universal good.  I will grant you our history – which they didn’t have – seems to show it.  Societies where more people vote tend to, if nothing else, decay into tyranny slower.  And it’s possible we might avert it altogether (maybe.  History hasn’t weighed in.)  However, at the time this was not clear.  I like to joke that in the Portuguese civil war my ancestors fought and died never to have a say in their governance again.  That is to say, they fought and died for the guy who wanted to be an absolute monarch.  (Yes, there are other things there, including local and hereditary loyalty, but–) It’s a funny line, and it works for us, but it is just a joke.  I don’t presume to judge their choice, and neither should you.  Why?  They remembered the French revolution and, btw, the British one.  They had grandfather-handed-down memories of mob rule.  Their choice of the king and stability might have seemed the best at the time.  NOT mine.  I disapprove of any dictatorship.  But theirs.  Their best choice, at the time, not knowing the future, and armed with what they did know of their people and place which are stranger to me than any culture on Earth today.

Quite possibly it was the same with female suffrage.  The women you were talking about are not the women of today, with contraceptives and education that make them close enough to men.

Look, you go to war with the weapons you have, not the ones you hope for.  The suffragettes fought for the rights of women as they were, not as they are.  The women they had at the time were not us.  Education in the upper classes schooled women towards subservience (at least if what we know is true, and I’m not saying it is, we weren’t there.)  The lower classes are a lot more opaque.  We study them through excavations of middens and sometimes surviving oral history.  However, we can assume in the first throes of the industrial revolution men and women in the lower classes, both, were NOT equipped to be informed voters.  Add to that the fact most women spent most of their lives pregnant.  I’ve been pregnant.  I’ve researched pregnancy (to figure out what the heck happened to my mind then.)  There is an hormone whose sole purpose is to make you fat, contented and stupid.  And yes, it says that in the literature.  More importantly, when you’re pregnant and you feel your body is coping with all it can handle, you’ll take the path of least resistance in everything else.

This means that women who thought – at the time – about other women getting the vote and shuddered might have had a point.  They foresaw disaster if women got the vote, and – THIS IS VERY IMPORTANT – though we know they weren’t right (the minor thing with prohibition excepted) THEY HAD NO WAY OF KNOWING THAT.  Anyone who’s been through college should be self-aware enough to realize that.  The past is determined, the future isn’t.  We are their future.  They had no way of being sure how things would go.  They were entitled to their doubts and their second thoughts and by having them they showed NOT that they were puppets of the establishment, but that they were thinking human beings.  Even if they were wrong.  Hindsight is twenty twenty.

Now of course you’re saying “But Sarah, they were voting against their interests.”  Stop it.  Stop making me roll my eyes so hard they’ll fall on the floor.

What you’ve just slipped into, whether you realize it or not is “Argument by Marx.”  You probably don’t realize it, because even though lately the establishment has got a lot more bold and started making self-satisfied noises about neo-Marxism (it’s like stupidity.  Calling it neo-stupidity makes it sound so much better) it’s permeated all thought and all teaching for decades – unexamined, unthought-about.  It’s in the bin marked “unexamined foundational beliefs” which in your ancestors’ time held the idea of G-d creating the universe, something that permeated all thought, even that of self-conscious atheists.

And it is the other thing that is wrong, wrong, wrong about that comment.

The comment presupposes what some of their comrades (da, tovarish) said more boldly.  That by saying it is men who are getting the short end of the stick in our society and by standing in front of the feminist mob yelling “stop” I’m a “gender traitor.”  It does this by equaling me with Victorian women who were against their “gender”’s rights.

This is pure Marxism.  It strips me of me and my circumstances in life and what I want, and reduces me to one salient characteristic: the fact I was born with a vagina.  It is one of the most dehumanizing and demeaning theories of history ANYONE could come up with.  And Marx did.

Take your Victorian anti-suffrage woman.  She lived a pretty contented life, and in her experience she didn’t need the vote.  And if you’re going to say “but what about her sisters?”  Her sisters probably had similar lives.  If you mean other women in general, a woman of that time and class remembered the French revolution and was likely to have a sneering disdain for all lower classes.  These were not her sisters.  And the lower class men were not her brothers either. The whole idea would seem absurd to her.  Before you condemn her ask yourself “Why shouldn’t it?  What reason did she have to think of herself as belonging to any group? Why should she fight for more than what guaranteed the best life for her and her immediate loved ones?” (Bringing up nonsense about “false consciousness” and “group betrayal” is not thinking, it’s tourettes.  You’re assuming again that Marx was right. This is some leap of faith since his ideas have yet to work on real people.)

Now, take me.  Yes, I have a vagina.  I checked this morning.  It was still there.  BUT I have a lot of other circumstances in my life.  I have two sons, for instance – sons who’ve seen systematically discriminated against in school starting with the type of work required (group work is deadly for boys.  It’s also dominant now) to the style of teaching (most male brains learn more visually and kinetically.  Most teaching is verbal)  WHY would you presume I’m more interested in bullying males and getting more and more benes for my as yet non-existent female descendants, rather than in fighting for my sons to have at least the same basic treatment as their female peers?  Or, presuming I’ll have female descendants some day (I could have all granddaughters) and I can’t know, WHY would you presume, since I have kids and I don’t know what the future will be, I would want anything beyond “equality under the law?”

Leaving all that aside why would you presume I have more in common with a single woman working in a factory somewhere in the Midwest than with a married man with sons who writes articles for a living a hundred miles away?  What earthly sense does that make?

And before you lecture me about how Marxism envisions people as belonging to several interest groups – thank you muchly.  I was raised in a country that was going head over heels for Marxism.  I studied Marx in several classes.  I also had the dubious pleasure, a few months ago, of reading what earnest Utopian American Marxists in the seventies viewed as the ideal system of government.  It was bewildering and vomit-inducing.  They wanted the country organized into “soviets” (in real soviet, country organizes you) each of them representing an interest group to which you “belonged” in some way.  For instance, take me (please) I’d be in the women’s soviet, the Colorado soviet, the mother’s soviet, the Latino soviet and – presumably – the intellectuals soviet (Okay, for minus three seconds, after which I’d be in the Gulag soviet.)  Each of these would elect representatives.

And none of these would represent anyone.  For these to work, it presupposes that you have more than a marginal interest in common with other people in the same group.  Heck, even if you put me in the “Portuguese immigrants soviet” I’d have barely nothing in common with most of them because for one most don’t come from my part of the country and very few write or read SF (Okay Larry Correia, but he’s third generation.  Also, I’d be more likely to be with him in the Gulag soviet.)

The essential failure of making individuals go through groups with which they share a characteristic, is that ultimately groups are too amorphous for the representative to represent anything but himself. The last irreducible group is one.  Which is why our system establishes rights of the individual and equality under the law.  ANYTHING else, no matter how “progressive” it sounds is a shambling step back into the mists of tribalism and irrational group think.

(And yes, I realize to group people by region as we do has its issues too.  OTOH if your city is razed, it kind of matters to you.  But I’m not saying that representation in other ways can’t or shouldn’t be considered.  I’m just saying multiplying the number of “representatives” and subtracting from the individual is not a step in the right direction.  And that groups aren’t as obvious as you think.)

The only place where it is appropriate for me to “think as a woman” or fight for an issue “as a woman” is the type of situation as in Arab countries where women AS A WHOLE are subjected to prohibitions in driving, working, learning or dressing the way they please (and no, it couldn’t happen here.  NEVER to that extent.  It’s the result of complex forces of culture and history.  Correction: It couldn’t happen here that fast and without some serious foundational changes.)  That fight has been fought for me already, and I’m guaranteed life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness.  Oh, yeah, and equality under the law.  And I will fight for those for EVERYONE, man, woman or yet undiscovered sentient being.  Yes, even against a group to which I nominally belong because you think I do.

And now that we’ve gone through why that comment was stupid and irrelevant in general and in particular, let’s talk about why it was wrong as a comment to put in my blog…

Having unpacked the levels of unthinking and unreasoning repetition of college-learning in that comment, we can now stand back and be amazed at the staggering arrogance of it.  To wit, the person making it assumes that a) I’d never heard it.  b) I’d never studied history.  c) I didn’t have the ability to reflect upon my situation in the light of history.

Given that this is the blog of – forget formal education – someone who is addicted to books, interested in history, and who has written historical fiction, the hubris in that comment is staggering.  And it shows something else.  It shows the desperate need to count intellectual superiority over anyone who disagrees with you, without even giving it a moment’s thought.  (None of these people said something like “I’m surprised someone like you didn’t realize” – no, the presumption is always that I never thought in historical or self-reflective terms.)

Make a note of it: if this is the only type of argument you can marshal – one size fits all and regurgitated from college classes – and if you think it will win the discussion, you’ve already lost.

Last week, a well known (to me, though not personally) blogger, blogged about the inequality of races in science fiction and fantasy (and gaming.)

While humans can be anything (and are) from treacherous to honest, from traders to warriors, all other races come with assigned professions and psychological traits.

Knowing the blogger, I thought it was one of the most “serious-funny” things I’d ever read, and at the time, possibly because I was still coming up from being feverish, I wanted to write a post about how this could be cured by assigning certain writers of these imaginary races to write sf.  However, I’d pinky sworn not to poke fun at a certain writers organization, or at least, in my mind, I’d pinky sworn not to do it unless I had something serious to say and that post I WANTED to do fell under the heading of pointing and making duck noises.

So I sent the link to Kate, queen of the take down, with the idea she’d do something like that.  I forgot two things: 1) the tongue-in-cheekness and the subtle subversion of the article might not be obvious unless you knew the blogger from other posts.  (Not that the post wasn’t over the top, but we’ve been getting such over the top “real” opinions that it’s impossible to tell.  I mean, in times when you have to check whether the article you’re halfway through reading is in the Onion or the NYT, it’s important to give your friends context.)  2) I didn’t forget this, because I didn’t know it.  With my being sick, I’d missed the fact that Kate was on half her medicine.  See, Kate is narcoleptic and takes meds to counter that, then meds to counter the meds, then other meds to counter the meds that counter the meds.  Now, for the first time in many years, Kate’s doctor ordered her medicine wrong and she is not functioning as she normally does.  (Kate is generous and says this has nothing to do with the great revolutionary remake of our health care system; it’s just a doctor’s mistake.  She might be right.  OTOH seeing the madness that has engulfed my own health care network – for instance my doctor of 17 years can no longer afford private practice, so he has joined a group which has upended long standing care arrangements and made this last illness interesting – I suspect it is one of the ripples.)  So her post on Mad Genius Club went on the assumption that this article was on the same level as the ones calling for the end of binary gender in science fiction. IOW, it was a misfire.

Which all things considered at least in terms of my writing on it might have been better.  This is because over the last week I’ve been unfolding the blog post in my head and getting several important lessons out of it, that apply both to fiction writing and out of it.  Not that I disagree with the original blog post.

What the blogger – Tam – commenting on Kate’s post said is that all her post was trying to point out is that humans are inherently and instinctively racist.

We’ll unpack that first.

She’s right, of course.  Part of what every linguist finds out when poking around on the background of every language is that whatever the word for “people” is it applied at one time only to that tribe.

We’ll put that on the shelf there, and return to it later.

What she didn’t point out is that it’s not so much “racist” as “tribal.”  That is a further unpacking, and further undeniable.

No?

Well, most of those primitive tribes were, to outside eyes, completely undistinguishable from each other.  In fact (through swapping or kidnapping or acts that come in the wake of frequent wars) most such tribes are closely related over a wide area.  So, calling yourself “the people” while your cousins over there are “Those brute animals” is not so much racist in our sense, as tribal.

Race is a nineteenth century concept, and in many ways an erroneous one.  The excesses of race division/distinction have been somewhat curbed since then.  Nineteenth century books are likely to consider every different country in Europe a “race” and to refer to The English Race, The French Race, etc, in all absolute seriousness.

These days we know that most of Europe (again, wife exchange, kidnapping and the fortunes of war, and immigration) is related to each other.  So we limit the idea of races to more obvious physical characteristics, which are harder to ignore or subsume.  (I’ll just note that those are often also fairly arbitrary.  For instance, Reverend Wright not only would pass as Portuguese, but in Portugal would be considered “White” with not a blink.  Also, recently, while doing covers for a Naked Reader romance novel, I got told I couldn’t use a certain couple, because it signaled “person of color” as the female in the romance.  Guys, she looked exactly like one of my oldest friends and distant cousin.  But apparently to American eyes, she read “Black” or at least close enough.)

So, humans are naturally tribal and left to their own devices draw distinctions between “our tribe” and “not our tribe” even if none exist.  This comes, of course, from our being social animals with a tendency to form packs or bands.  It’s very important to bond with your pack or band, and to do so you must have something to compare yourself against “those people over there, who are not us.”  (In fact, the warring comments to Kate’s post, even after she said “oh, I completely missed it, didn’t I” were a perfect example of dual tribalism. People attacked Tam because they thought she belonged to “the other tribe.”)

We’ll put that on the shelf next to the “natural racism” thing – people are actually naturally, instinctively tribal, and they use group-identification systems that can be arbitrary or come entirely from external behavior, to distinguish “We who are people” from “those animals over there.”

When I went over to Tam’s site, part of what amused me was the commentary, which involved a lot of serious chest beating over world-building and how writers are failing when they make mono-cultures all over a planet or mono-behavior over a culture.

It amused me, because I thought the post was only tangentially about world building.  Though it is about world building too, and that is where it connects to the hoo-ha (ah!) about binary gender oppression and having more writers of (genetic but not ideological) variety and all the nonsense going on in our field (which is only tangentially related to these actual ideas which are just being used a cudgel for supremacy – as in, watch out this week for a post called “How like a serpent’s tooth.” ;) )

Yes, it is true that many writers will imagine a mono culture in every race and a race/culture in ever planet.  Yes, this is incredibly lazy and annoying, but there is a reason for it.  A craft reason.

I’ve raised two writers.  As writers, I’m still raising them.  And a couple of years back, I had occasion to bring out something I used to tell the kids when they were little and throwing tantrums, but as a writing criticism.  “What do you hope to accomplish by doing this?”

It went something like this – my oldest son was tired of all the “humans in furry suits” and “forehead of the month” aliens and when writing about alien pirates, he made them as authentic as his training in biology and chemistry allowed him to.  The pirates are single-celled organisms that speak by secreting chemicals.  Worse, he tried to make their psychology fit that.

The result is what I’m sure is a lovely story… with zero audience.  The pirate is too alien for anyone – least of all me – to put oneself in the creature’s mind.  And even if we did, we’d have no more interest in his dilemmas, suffering and triumph than we do in the dilemmas, suffering and triumphs of a grasshopper.  It might be interesting from the point of view of biological study, but as a story?  There is no engagement.

This is why “unrealistic aliens” is an obsession (to complain about) of sf fans and writers, and yet even the most “realistic” ones come from the point of view of humans.

Because humans are “racist” and “tribal” and as such are interested, mostly, in the fortunes and affairs of those they consider their race/species/tribe – go too far from that, and it becomes unreadable.  We’ll put that concept “Humans want to read about others like them” on the shelf next to the tribalism thing.  We’re getting quite a collection of ideas.  Don’t worry, I’m going to put them all together at the end.  Possibly in a mud pie.

But, you say, what does that have to do with monoculture over a species or planet?  Why can’t humans get into stories where there are more than a culture per planet/race?

That, my dears, is because of the exigencies of story telling.  I know this is hard to remember, particularly when story telling is really well done, but story worlds aren’t like the real world.  They simply lack the complexity and contradictory nature of the real world.  Your real self receives a lot of impressions, some of them confusing.  Your brain is among other things an instrument to filter story out of reality.  Story is how humans make sense of the world, isolating experiences that mean something from those that don’t.

Say you’re sitting at your desk and you smell smoke.  Now, if you’re not alone in the house, and you also smell bacon, your story is “Oh, John is in the kitchen, making bacon.”  But if you’re alone in the house and smell smoke, particularly if it has that ‘electrical’ smell, your story is “Fire.  Must check and get out.”

But the whole time, as you smell the smoke, you might be making the bed, shooing away the cat, you might feel cold, you might be sneezing.  Those aren’t important bits of “story” they’re just things happening.  They’re not part of what you tell the firefighters/police/insurance when you explain why you’re in the middle of the road, in your pajamas, clutching a cat.

In writing, you isolate the relevant details.  You might throw in a couple of the others for verisimilitude, but you can’t put in too many, because then you don’t have a story, you have soup.  That is, your reader has no clue where the story starts or whom to follow.

“Young”, often thoroughly professional writers, often start a story with scene setting.  City streets, traffic, this car, that person…  Often for 10 pages.  And by that time they’ve lost the reader.  The reader is looking for the thread of the story and the character they’ll follow, duckling-like.  All this other stuff is ignored as “not part of the story” at best, and at worst confusing, as he follows each hopeful lead with “is this the thread?”

So, what does that have to do with mono-cultures and mono-acting races.  Nothing.  Everything.  You see, the same discipline applies throughout the novel.

Almost every writer who is now a professional has somewhere in his drawer what I call a “thousand elephants” novel.  That is, a novel where he or she tried to mimic the real world by making the novel “real” and ended up with a cast of thousands (and a thousand elephants) and a novel that made no sense.  My own was my third – written—novel and to call it soup is charitable.

There’s only so much space and so many threads in a novel, and most subplots, most references, even, should support the main plot.

Say you’re writing a fat fantasy, there might be room to mention that people think all elves are blah, blah, but in fact that’s a cultural overlay and many of them are blah blah – but then you return to your plot, and the elves you’re going to show (unless their eccentricity is a major factor in the plot; or elves AND eccentricity thereof are a major factor in the plot) are just standard elves, which is what people will remember.

Same for the mono planet.  When your trading ship lands, you might say that equatorial Gnroxes don’t act like these polar ones, but UNLESS that planet is the sole location of your novel, you’re not going to go into much detail, because then you’d have to set up the conflicts and geo politics of a planet that is NOT the subject of your novel.

So, novels are reality viewed through a highly simplified lens, and to try to mimic reality decreases the readability of the novel to the extent that you actually do mimic reality.

We don’t read reality, we read novels.  We’ll put that on the shelf, too.

Unsaid, is that novels are written to be read.  And ideally, at least in the world as is (the first person to come in and moan about capitalism gets punted with a baseball bat.  Capitalism is simply the way humans choose to trade – it exists even under systems that repress it.  It just becomes twisted.) novels are written to be bought, paid for and support the author.

Which brings us to…

Bringing it all together and tangential application to the professional association that shall not be named, but more closely to the madness that has been tearing through our field (and I understand through gaming, too, among others.)

Humans are tribal creatures, who find it easier to read/be interested in people like them – people they can consider “people.”  Even the most “enlightened” human who has overcome “racism” or “tribalism” is a member of a tribe – it might be a tribe of belief or the spirit or whatever.  Not saying there isn’t a benefit in a “tribe” that can include anyone and which values things other than skin color or geographical location.  There is.  I’m just saying it is still a tribe – which identifies itself in some way, usually by shunning and casting out the “not us.”

And novels and games and stories are simplified versions of reality designed to be sold/bought for entertainment.  Yes, there can be other reasons to write and read a story – enlightenment being one of them – but if you’re not amused/entertained/captured, then you’re not going to pay much attention to the “message” either.

Which brings us to the call for more post-binary gender, more “diversity” (of genetics but not of opinion) more—nonsense.

Nonsense because most of humanity is still binary gender.  Most of humanity, depending on location and continent, is one color or one genetic type.  (With mix, of course, but it’s not mix they’re clamoring for.)

So if you write a novel people can’t get – either because you overcomplicate the imaginary races and get caught in side issues that have nothing to do with the plot, or because you refuse to identify the gender of the characters, or because there is no clear hero/villain (no one to cheer for, no one to hate) your purpose, which I assume is to enlighten and educate, will be lost.  Because in the end we’re human.  Yes, this imposes certain limitations on our reading/writing/understanding.  But human is all we have.  If we destroy the humanity in us, there won’t be anything else to take its place.  Best to write for humans, and if we must slide in the story about the rogue gold mining elf, the tree dwelling dwarf, or whatever.  But don’t try to make it the dominant trope, or you’ll make the story impossible to read except by those already committed to your cause, whether that be larcenous, ugly elves or post-binary gender, or “diversity” (of skin color.)

It is perhaps interesting the same people complaining about the terrible tribalist oppression of main-stream culture are using that complaint as a tribal badge.  That tribal badge says “I am one of the enlightened people, and I belong to the intelligentsia.”  Sad that they don’t know that’s all it is, and think that they can force everyone to behave as their tribe wants, without destroying humanity.

Because they themselves aren’t behaving the way they say they want.  Just using different markers to identify “We’re people.  Those others are not people.”

The prequel to this — Witchfinder — has been removed.  I do promise to go through the copyedits as soon as humanly possible and send the advance copies to those who pre-ordered.  You’ll know when that’s eminent because I’ll remove scattered chapters from this blog.  I do hope to manage it next week, but I’m not promising as I’m still finishing a novel under contract to Baen. Meanwhile, if you donate $6 and note it in the field, you’ll get advance-subscribed to this novel.  I do, however, understand it can be a long time to wait, and if you want to, do so.  I will continue to post chapters here, roughly one a week.

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Jonathan Blythe, Earl of Savage

 

My charmer – and she was a charmer – was so sure she was putting one over on me that I decided not to fight her.  I didn’t even hold it against her.  After all, everyone needs a little hobby.  And women are likely to take the most unnecessary pet if you actually tell them they’re not very good at their favorite art.  Take m’ sister Honoria, God rest her soul, she was very fond of water color painting, but all her watercolors were like everything else about her: colorless, indistinct and giving you a feeling that something was badly off.  However, the one time I was stupid enough to tell him that, didn’t she half create a ruckus, and run to mama and tell her that I was being cruel.  Cruel.  I ask you.  If I wanted to be cruel, I’d have told her she was a scheming little piece and should think shame on herself.

Now I think about it, maybe I should have told her just that.  After all, might have stopped her falling in love with a dragon and dying.

But Ginevra Mythborne was not Honoria for which thank the Lord. —  Besides the obvious social faux pas of incest, well, what I mean is, if I were sleeping with one of my sisters, which I would not, because Mama wouldn’t half go off in a distempered freak, and besides, I’m not such a cursed rum touch with that.  What I mean is, that sort of thing, likely to get you cutoff from society.  Unless your society includes some of the less restrained Roman emperors. – I meant to marry Ginevra if I could.

I blinked at the thought, since I’d never come upon it.  Not that way.  I’d thought of bedding Ginevra, as who wouldn’t, given what she looked like, but it had never occurred to me I might want to marry her.  I was surprised for a moment and wondered if I’d run mad, but the truth is that Ginevra achieved the near-impossible.  She was the only female who’d never bored me.  Indeed, I doubted she could.  So, of course wanted to marry her.  Stood to reason.  Secure myself, permanently, the escape from boredom.  Besides, of course, her being a charmer.

Problem was of course, would need to survive long enough to marry her.  I could just imagine mama’s reaction, and it made me smile.  She probably expected me to marry some prim and proper debutant.  As though I’d wish myself on one such.

I encouraged Ginevra in her opening the portal to fairyland, fully expecting it to be a trap as cunning as that bomb that someone – Gabriel?  His double? – had planted in my pocket.

I was almost disappointed to see that the coordinates were indeed taking us to Fairyland.  When some woman is as cunning and enterprising as my fair one, one expects her to come up with something more… creative.

But then I’d noticed she’d put specific coordinates on her fairyland arrival.  Which seemed unlikely if all we were going to do was get Gabriel out of a mess, what?

And then there was the arrival.  She might think I didn’t know it, but I registered her little jump of surprise, like she expected someone to be here, who wasn’t.  Interesting then.  What had she meant to happen?

But she was a good enough actress she didn’t betray herself, and instead we wandered down the magical path that always greets one in fairyland.  I kept an eye on her without seeming to.  Something I remembered, from stories about Fairyland, it seemed to be that sooner or later there you walk your own path, and it might not coincide with anyone else’s.  Fairyland is a devilish place, somewhere between real and existing only in people’s minds.

She didn’t betray herself until we heard children laughing, and sounds as though of children at play.  And then she grabbed hard at my arm and jumped a little.  Whatever her trap had been, this wasn’t it.  In fact, this had surprised her.

It surprised me too, because though I didn’t know much about the Darkwater’s estate, I knew enough to recognize the piece of it that suddenly appeared in front of us.  What I mean is, it was difficult not to.  I’d attended that cursed engagement party between Honoria and Seraphim, and had contrived to take two… eminently approachable ladies behind that glassed in forcing house.  Twice.

There was the forcing house, and, in front of it, a little paved area, which someone must have designed as a child’s play area, because there was a little table and chairs.  The children playing…  I blinked.  For a moment I thought it was Seraphim, but then I realized it must be his youngest brother and his twin sister, Caroline.  I’d never paid them much attention, but the children had  a look of them, only aged about six.

And behind them, dressed in severe black, and looking like he would like very much to pass as a servant was…

“Gabriel!”

He looked up and blinked at me.  “I beg your pardon,” he said.  “I don’t–  Or at least, perhaps I do.  Jonathan?  Blythe?  You must be looking for Seraph–  For Mr. Ainsling.  He’s away right now.”

I blinked back.  I’d heard that the king of Fairyland had split and that his human half had gone into hiding, but damme, what kind of gudgeon seeks refuge in watching over infants?

 

*I’m working on the next chapter of Rogue Magic.  Was dismayed to learn as he does final clean up on Witchfinder, the one character my husband wishes would die is arguably the main character of Rogue Magic.  Ah well.  :-P  Meanwhile, fresh from the Lair of Free Range Oyster, in an abandoned volcano (submerged in tropical waters) is: Sarah’s Readers Strut Their Stuff:*

Time to pimp the the work of those who read and write! So let’s get these stories out there to strut their stuff. Dangle that participle for everybody, honey; let me see what you can do with that plot twist! Er… *clears throat* apparently my editor brain has issues. Anyway, go check out some of our fellow readers’ work, and enjoy your weekend. As always, future entries can (and should!) be sent to my email. Happy reading!
Jason Dyck, AKA The Free Range Oyster
Commerce Facilitator, Mercenary Wordsmith, and Retired Chum-Shoveler

Robert DeFrank

Star Winds at Dusk

Here there be monsters…

A traveler in antiquity might find that ominous notation on a map, writ across the white space of the unknown, accompanied by fantastical beasts.

A mosaic novel of dark fantasy set in a Lovecraftian world serves up stories of men and women who find they have stepped into that blank space, and the monsters are waiting. A father searches the woods for his missing daughter, and finds demons from his past. A young man is trapped in a witch’s enchanted garden that turns carnivorous with the rising of the moon. A disgraced professor and hunter of the supernatural must solve a series of mysteries while investigating an accursed town where death stalks its victims in their dreams. Each has a choice to make. Each, a part to play.

These are stories of people who find themselves at the borders and discover heroism – or horror.

There is no peace at the gate.

Cyn Bagley

The Green Knight Terraforming Company

Most customers are extremely satisfied with the job The Green Knight Terraforming Company does to refurbish their planets. However, when there is a problem and a customer complains, then the human Joe called Tiny by his team is the person who is sent to solve the customer’s problems. Joe’s backup muscle, Donald, is there for those tiny problems like when Joe touches before he looks.

Joe, Donald, the lab animals, and pilot drones are a rolicking bunch of troubleshooters. One hundred percent guaranteed to fix any customer problem or if that doesn’t work– fix the customer.

Also available from Smashwords

Gina Marie Wylie

The Odyssey and the Iliad (Kinsella Universe)

The start of the war for the Federation had been chaos, with people frantically trying anything to ward off the destruction that was sure to come. The habitat Odyssey began a journey that defied imagination. Day by day the ripples of that journey spread outward until one day the entire Federation had been affected.

Note: The Odyssey and the Iliad is book seven in the series. To help readers get started, book one will be free on 3-1-14:

Kinsella (Kinsella Universe)

Stephanie Kinsella is your run-of-the-mill professor of physics at Caltech. Well, maybe not all that ordinary as she’s a little young, half Jamaican and all attitude. On the other hand, she knows where to aim…

Alma Boykin

Promises and Powers (A Cat Among Dragons)

Don’t threaten a HalfDragon’s family: he’ll change the world in order to protect them.

Alien invasions only exist in bad movies. Earth’s militaries know better. That knowledge forces Joschka Graf von Hohen-Drachenburg to make a choice. Will he remain in hiding, or will he risk losing everything in order to protect his family and House Drachenburg? His decision pulls Rada Ni Drako back into his life. She in turn receives an offer she probably should refuse, from a creature as old as Earth itself.

When the Cat and a HalfDragon join forces, everything changes.

Cedar Sanderson

The Eternity Symbiote

Earth sits at the center of a galactic power struggle humanity knows nothing about. Then an alien delegation suffers a fatal accident and hidden plans unravel around the wreckage in the Alaskan wilderness. Infectious disease expert Gabrielle McGregor discovers the hidden machinations and what they’ll mean for her and her family.

I’m permanently moving the chapters to Saturday for a number of reasons, including that Saturday is our day for promoting my readers’ books, and that will bring more attention to that post, if I have two posts that day.  It also works best with my schedule.  Friday will probably end up having an aggregator-with-commentary type post, but not today.  Today you get a state of the writer thing, mostly because you guys have told me you like to know what I’ve done/accomplished/discovered in the epublishing front (and the others to.)

First, I’m ALMOST completely over the crud (but not quite.)  This stupid thing really does have a long ramp up back to health.  It took Dan almost 2 weeks.  Granted he had the flu worse than I, but I had the secondary-infection bronchitis worse than he and what I found this week is that if I push it a little too much, it will knock me back a day, so I’m being very careful (I’m sure it is for the first time but you see, I REALLY want to finish books for Baen ASAP.)

So, that’s my goal for the next two/three months: finish Through Fire (which should be a matter of a week, though these things always take longer just in the final edit), then write Darkship Revenge which starts with:

We were out in space, away from all human habitation, and I was slightly pregnant.  This wouldn’t be so bad if my husband hadn’t come from a world where babies are found under cabagge leaves.  Okay, I Lie.  They come from bio-engineered pouches called bio-wombs, which can be worn by either, both parents or paid surrogates.  They only look like cabbage leaves.

And which is being very loud and worrying me because that opening doesn’t sound like space opera.  Only, fortunately (?) the next second they find themselves in the middle of a battle, so that’s okay, right?

And then I must do Bowl of Red.

The problem with my having been sick since October (with maybe three weeks okay in between) is that the books that were waiting are all cued up and ready to go and they’re not taking no for an answer.

The thing is, while there are other potential issues — I must in the middle of all this find time to go see an endocrinologist because my vision has changed to way worse in six months (and no, it’s not diabetes, or at least doesn’t appear to be) — I’m convinced that most of the reason I’ve been sick for six months is that I have very low attention span.  Or very low boredom threshold.  Meaning when I’m well enough to get bored, the books are pushing, and I jump in with both feet.  Which nine times out of ten means I either get sick again or, if I’ve impatiently fretted till I’m ALMOST well, just gets me stuck at that weakened level until the next infection comes along.  Since my son volunteers at the hospital, that’s usually a week or so.  And then each time I get a little worse.

This is due to “illusions of being made of titanium” as my older son says, or more likely to really bad habits acquired when I was twenty and DID bounce back from infections within less than a week and was fine.  I guess having passed fifty things change.  You know, these bodies need longer warranties.  Just when you start hitting your stride, they start having issues.

Anyway, so I need to do those three for Baen ASAP.  Witchfinder is in its last-last edit.  The problem is the editor and I had some software issues, so half of his comments have gone missing.  Since he uses comments for continuity issues… yeah.  Dan is reading and marking it now.  As soon as it’s done, I’ll send it to early payers, and then get it ready so it comes out print/ebook at the same time.

Meanwhile I have a LOOOOONG backlog of books that need covers/new covers and/or to go back up, so I’ve been working on covers while I was too sick to think in words.  This is where the new Musketeer covers came from.

There will be others and I must somehow find time to put all the old stuff up.  Mostly because it’s money I’m not making and if you think I’m so wealthy I don’t need it, you’ve been sorely misinformed about writers with two sons in college.  I’m hoping to do that in the evenings, after I write during the day.

After I’m done with the three books that must go to Baen ASAP, there will be A Fatal Paws, the first Orphan Kittens mystery,

followed by A Well Inlaid Death.

And then we’ll see.  I counted half-finished books and there are over twenty, so.

What I really need is a cloning machine.

Anyway, here are the musketeers resplendent in their new-cover-dom.  The links below are to Amazon, but I’ve also put them up at B & N and Smashwords.  I must do Kobo — maybe this evening?  (I also have new covers for Shakespeare to upload and so on.)

This series will be continued as soon as I get all five initial ones up and finish the sixth.  Sorry to be so late, but my health set everything back at least six months (and really more, since I’m still taking it easy.)