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  • Writing: Is “dark YA” too dark?

    There’s recently been a huge debate as to whether “dark” YA (Young Adult  fiction dealing with bullying, rape, violence, sex, incest, cutting and so on) is appropriate for the teenage crowd.  It all started with this Wall Street Journal article (why the WSJ is covering this topic is another discussion).

    Seriously?  I totally can’t comprehend why parents go into denial about what it’s like to be a teen.  I remember what it was like.  Maybe it’s because I don’t have kids, but I do remember.  And I’m, ahem, in the age range of parents of today’s teens.

    Here’s what I remember:

    • Bullying.  It was rampant if you were different.  Gay, a nerd, poor…whatever.  If you became a target of a bully, or even worse, a clique of kids, life could be hell.
    • Abuse.  Emotional abuse or physical abuse.  (I was totally lucky here, my parents totally didn’t abuse me.)
    • Divorce.  I wasn’t so lucky here.  My parents split when I was entering that age range.  That put a lot of strain on them, and, well, shit flows downhill.
    • It was the start of the ‘latchkey kid’ era.  Both parents were forced to work to make ends meet.  Kids were raised by the television, or by their peers.  I was lucky here, one of my parents stayed at home.
    • Neglect.  In some cases, parents had ‘stuff’ going on in their lives which prevented them from sufficiently raising their kids.  I wasn’t so lucky here, as the divorce and other issues had a serious impact on my later years.
    • Alcoholism.  Some kids had alcoholic parents, which caused some of the above.  Alcohol became an example of a coping strategy for some.
    • Sexual Abuse.  Rape, incest, molestation.  From people I’ve talked to, this was more common than was let on.
    • Basic Teen Angst.  Hormones.  Sex.  Romantic feelings.  Grades.  It’s all there.
    • Body image issues.  Leading to anorexia, bulimia and so on.
    • World Events.  Seriously, there was a lot of anxiety by a lot of folk in my younger YA years that we would be wiped off the face of the earth by world war III.  We weren’t sheltered from that.  AIDS also appeared on the scene.  Yah it was a ‘gay disease’ to adults, but honestly, it was a guaranteed death sentence if one even came near a gay person.

    I’m sure there are many more concerns kids had to go through that I didn’t hear about. From what I can tell, as I actually talk to people who are just out of their YA years, this stuff hasn’t gone away.  It’s worse.  We’re afraid we’ll be wiped out by terrorism.  We’ve had a war going on for a decade.  More parents need to work, leaving their kids to be raised by the internet.

     How do kids cope with this stuff?  As parents seem to be in total denial, and media targeted towards teens tends to be a bit candy coated,  I’ve seen and heard of stuff like:

    • Dissociation.  Kids deny their emotions, their bodies, even deny their identity, leading to self-abuse.  Eating disorders, cutting, stunted emotional growth.
    • Psychiatry.  My mother often sees teens in her psychotherapy practice.  Parents bring them in to deal with behavioral issues.  More often than not, according to my mom, it’s the parents who need guidance, not the kid.  The teens are just being teens.  Adolescence is crazy, but kids grow out of it if they get good role models and such.  Often, parents also throw prozac, ritalin, and other psychiatric drugs at their kids.  Some kids were/are even institutionalized for things like homosexuality…
    • Runaways.  An obvious solution for abusive or neglectful parents.  Not surprisingly, a huge number of runaways are gay.  I volunteered at Lambert House for awhile, a drop-in center for LGBT youth.  The stories of parental abuse, and even abuse on the streets were chilling.
    • Violence.  Seems we’re getting lots of messages that violence is a valid strategy for dealing with lives problems.  Makes ya wonder, although there are also studies that show that exposure to violent media doesn’t cause violence.
    • Crime.  Some kids cope by taking their frustrations out on society.

    So seriously.  Why are so many parents so opposed to exposing teens to media containing positive coping strategies for all this awful stuff.  “Dark” YA fiction is that media.

    Some examples…
     Harry Potter lost his parents and was neglected and abused.  And he was ‘different.’  What’s the message of the series?  There are other folk like you.  Being different can make you strong.  Good friends will support you.  All very positive.

     Heathers?  Abuse.  Dissociation.  Bullying.  Violence can end badly for everyone involved.  Get your head out of your ass and hang out with your real friends.

     I guess the one thing we shoulda been taught back then.  Denial is not a valid coping strategy.

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  • The Seattle Freeze

    The Seattle Freeze

    Hope everyone had a good independence day!

    So, Stacy and I ended up chatting about the Seattle Freeze.  I don’t remember exactly why, but I thought it was an interesting topic, and I’ve heard about it from numerous people, so hey, why not drop my thoughts in a blog post.

    Seattle folk may seem polite, even friendly.  But try to make real friends and you may quickly come to the conclusion that we’re all fake cold cliquish xenophobic jerks.

    Well, you’re absolutely right.  Throw in a good dose of passive-agressive too.

    I blame the crappy weather.  Seasonal Affective Disorder on an epidemic scale.  Everyone gets it.  There’s no escaping.  We self-medicate with epic amounts of coffee, our liquid sunshine, but the caffein just aggravates our i’m-going-somewhere-important-so-excuse-me-please-and-get-out-of-my-way attitude.

    We go from our condos to our cars to our cubicles.  Drop us inside a safe little box, protected from all the scary people on the outside, and we’re happy.  Not like other big cities where people do experience one another in crowded subways, crowded sidewalks and the like.

    So how does one actually go about making friends and meeting people in Seattle?  Same way you do everywhere else.

    1) Be interesting.  Get a hobby.  Read books.  Play with computers.  Like sports.  Whatever.  You gotta have something in common with people to get the time of day around here.

    Me?  I took up bellydancing because I’d always wanted to.  And surprise, surprise, I made some really great bellydancer friends.  I also happen to like goth/industrial music, and hey, Seattle has a surprisingly great community for those on the dark side.

    Most recently, I’ve taken up writing fiction.  Other writers are coming out of the woodwork, now that I’ve come out of the literary closet.  No surprise there, as probably a quarter of us in Seattle want to write a book.

    2) Be available.  You don’t meet people and make friends by hiding at home.  You just gotta get off your ass and be around people.

    Mumble-mumble years ago, I discovered coffee.  Seattle coffee.  The double-tall-half-caff-split-shot-macchiato-with-extra-zest kind of coffee.  Mine was simpler, a single tall mocha, but you get the idea.  I ended up going to The Last Exit on Brooklyn most evenings to sit and read, or work on the computer.  After a bit, I became part of the Exit crowd.  The regulars who’d look dismissively at me when I walked started to smile and nod.  Soon, I ended up becoming friends with a number of them.  Just because I was there all…the…time.

    Bellydancing?  I didn’t sit at home bellydancing in front of my dog.  Well, I do that sometimes, but that’s beside the point.  I took classes.  Lots of them.  Classes with people in them.  That is, in fact, how I met my bellydancer friends.

    And hey, I discovered sci-fi and fantasy cons recently, and I’ve found I like other writers.  How about that.

    3) Be patient.  You won’t immediately make friends with a core group of Seattle folk.  It may take months, even longer.  You’ll run across a lot of shallow people, a lot of flakes, and a lot of drama magnets.  Avoid them.  Just hang in there, and do items one and two above.

    4) Don’t be desperate.  Show some self confidence.  If you come across as a pitiful clingy loser, you’ll never meet anyone.  Well, except for other pitiful clingy losers.

    5) Don’t be pushy.  Seriously, I don’t want you to shove your life story down my throat.  If I’m interested in talking to you, I’ll talk  But if you sit down next to me on the bus and regurgitate your opinion on the political situation in the U.S. into my lap while I’m trying to read a book, I’ll likely not want to be your friend.  I’ll probably want to chew my arm off just to get away from you.
    Fortunately for you, I’m a native, so I won’t start a fight or bitch you out.  I’ll just shove my nose deeper into my book.

    Sound like the typical advice for making friends anywhere?  It is.  You just gotta do a lot more of it in Seattle.

    Spend a year or so becoming part of a clique or two, and you’ll be set to do your passive-aggressive best to those losers wandering around Seattle.  Hey, most of them are from California anyway.  Fair game.

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  • Epic Bellydance Week

    Finally starting to recover from the Fremont solstice parade.  This year was epic.  Seriously.

    I suspect there were like eighty of us.  A fair sized group, and as usual, we pretty much dwarfed the other groups in the parade as far as numbers.  The costumes this year were amazing.  Most wore blood red punctuated by bits of black, and a smaller portion wore oily black, as our theme was Blood and Oil.

    This was one of the more striking color combinations, at least during the last six years of my participation.

    Here’s a quick video from King 5 news.  I’m front right.

    We broke two of the traditional rules, at least for our group.

    First, we wore black.  For some, it was just a touch of black.  For others, they were covered.  Black generally blends into the road, cutting those wearing black hip-scarves in half.  People in 100% black, well, they’d totally disappear.  We pulled it off, however.  The black accessorizing wasn’t overwhelming, and that oily bunch stood out against the sea of read.  Very effective.

    Second, we danced in the rain.  Normally, we would have cancelled.  Breaking an ankle on a slippery road would suck, and rain and costumes don’t necessarily play well together.

    In the hours leading up to the parade, we huddled at the end of the parade route, shivering in the rain and wind, hoping it’d let up.  I bit of Jaegermeister, whisky and vodka was passed around, and that definitely helped cut the cold, but still….

    Eventually, the rain let up.  It was still chilly, and the clouds remained a bit ominous, but Delilah made the call, and we danced, wet roads be damned.  Fortunately, our footwork wasn’t really that complicated.  Most of the action was in the arms.

    The road was, however, wet enough to completely soak the veils of seven of us.  Veils get heavy when they’re soaked.  The don’t float gracefully either.  The tend to spray anyone nearby with dirty water picked up from the road, so both the spectators and us bellydancers experienced a delightful splatter from time to time.

    Anyway, we made it through the entire parade, doing pretty much all of our dances and having a blast.

    It was exhausting and I totally crashed when I returned home, but it was motivating.

    I danced at the tuesday show last night, first time in ages.  Did my 80’s number.  A veil dance to ‘you spin me right round’ by Dead or Alive.

    Hopefully, I’ll get back on that horse and do the show regularly.

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  • Bellydancing at Solstice

    If you missed the parade on Saturday, well, you suck.

    Here’s some pics of me, as I’m vain.

    A good video…

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  • I’m named on a patent?!

    Surfin’ today and I came across the following patent.  I’m one of the inventors!
    US 7904712 – Service licensing and maintenance for networks

    A former employer of mine filed that in 2004, and finally this last march the actual
    patent was issued.  How about that.

    Looks like another previous job also filed a patent application for some tech that I’d
    worked on.
    Multitenant hosted virtual machine infrastructure.

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  • Gotta love that last-minute costume rush…

    With the Fremont Solstice Parade less than a week away, I’ve finally started cobbling together this years costume.  I’m retrofitting last years Halloween costume, which served me well in my role of Empress of Mars (think Edgar Rice Burroughs’s Barsoom series.)
    The sewing machine has been unearthed.  Beads and sequins are at the ready.  Just stand back, lest you end up be-glittered collateral damage.
    For those who don’t know, for a number of years I’ve been dancing in the parade with the group from Visionary Dance.  Here’s an article on what we do.
    Add it to you calendar.  June 18th (this Saturday) at noon, in the Fremont neighborhood of Seattle.  Get there early as parking will be sparse.
    Here’s some pics from previous parades.

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  • Skinwalker, by Faith Hunter

    Thought it might be good for me to start reviewing some of the books I’ve rather enjoyed…and it might be good for you too.

    Just finished Skinwalker, by Faith Hunter this morning and I’ll be buying the rest of the books quite shortly…
    Ok, so I rather like shapeshifter stories.  Werewolves are fun.  Maybe I’m just liking them now because it’s the full moon, but honestly…everyone’s got a bit of the beast in them.

    Well,

    .

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  • And another thing!

    I received my feedback from the Red Cross auction.  Carolyn Crane, Diana Rowland, Jackie Kessler, Jeanne Stein, Kevin Hearne, Michele Bardsley and Sonya Bateman, all great urban fantasy authors, spent at least an hour reading and critiquing the first chapter of my book.  That’s seven hours of professional writers reviewing my work.  Probably more time time than I’d received from my writing teachers during my entire school career…

    I got a lot of great feedback, most of it quite positive.  A lot of them rather liked it, which makes me feel all warm and gooey inside.  Like maybe I might have a chance at this writing thing.

    Generally, the feedback boiled down to….

    My characters were real and likable.

    I’ve got a good handle on dialog.

    I need to be more careful about tense, as I sometimes dropped present tense in amongst a mostly past tense writing style.

    Need to proofread better for typos, punctuation and grammatical errors.

    For the most part, I pulled off what I thought was a huge risk, starting with a page or two of dream sequence.  Only one person stated that they hated that.

    I need to expose the emotional state of my main character a bit more directly.

    I have a ‘voice’

    I’ve some good imagery

    Some of the actual comments totally floored me.
    “Your use of language and structure is very professional.  You obviously study craft.”  “I think you have an awesome command of craft and getting people and speech and action right”
    After years of getting ignored or even disrespected by english teachers and the like as I was a science nerd, I totally dropped any idea of doing the writing thing.

    “I think you have a lot of really cool inventiveness in here that I haven’t seen before.”  I woulda thought I would write more like the authors I read.

    Funny how the same writing affects different people, although definitely not surprising.  Some of the folk really connected with my work.  Others not as much.  In many cases, specific sentences pleased some and displeased others.  I’d rather connect with some than none.  And if I were to connect with all, then it’d be watered down commercial crap.

    Now I just gotta revise the rest of it.

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  • Reuben turnover

    Reuben turnovers are win!
    We had some corned beef so I decided to play around a bit.
    Sliced it up into little bitty chunks, stuffed it in a pastry shell with
    some sauerkraut and swiss cheese.  Cooked it up.  Served with
    stone-ground mustard and thousand island dressing for dipping.

    Total win.

    Now, as I’ve not posted in about a month…being that I was sick, busy and cranky, I’ll catch up.
    During that time, I managed to attend Norwescon.  It was grueling.
    I’m not so much one to attend the gaming/cosplay/party side of things as, well, I save
    my partying for other darker venues.  However, I did attend just about every writing
    panel session that I could.  Like 9 hours of sessions every day (well, ‘cept Thursday and Sunday).

    I barely had time for food or even coffee, as the sessions were back-to-back.
    Takeaways:

    Paranormal romance has a happy ending 🙂  Urban fantasy doesn’t.  (ok, a generalization)

    Modern marketing for writers consists of blogging, twitter and facebook, and cons to some extent.

    When revising/editing your work, read it aloud.  Or have someone else read it aloud, even if it is your computer.  That’ll catch spelling and grammar mistakes fairly well.

    If you want to find an agent or publisher, look in the bar.

    There was a fair bit more, but most of that boiled down to ‘write’ and ‘read lots’.

    Now I just gotta get to revising my writing…only about 60k words to go.

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  • Back to School!

    No, I’m not actually quitting my job to re-enroll in university for a BA in basket weaving.

    Please forgive my ramblings…I blame the vicodin and cold medicine…but here’s whats been going on.

    Yesterday, I returned from a five day weekend in Pittsburgh, home of my alma mater, Carnegie Mellon.
    It’s been, OMG, twenty years since I graduated from that tiny little school, but it feels like yesterday.  I’ve not been to Pittsburgh for seventeen years, but once I was standing on the cut, looking down the mall at Hamerschlag Hall, the engineering and computer engineering building, well, it call came flooding back.

    We arrived in Pittsburgh last Wednesday at about Midnight, picked up our rental car which turned out to be a small SUV and not the compact I’d reserved (no extra charge though).  We checked into the Wyndham Grand downtown, and were delighted to see that it is literally next to point park, the site of Fort Pitt, where Pittsburgh was born.  We had the most amazing view.

    The next day, we wandered around downtown.  Strangely enough, I’d never really gone downtown in the four years I lived there.  My friends and I kept to campus, buried under a huge workload, surrounded by a moat of beer flowing from the fraternities.

    We found great coffee, shopped a bit (I found some great shoes), met a really cool artist, explored some great architecture, and wandered through an old church graveyard full of revolutionary war veterans.  Cool stuff.  Afterwards, we headed to CMU and explored some of my old haunts after registering and nomming some burgers.

    Friday morning, we made it to CMU early enough to catch the last few Buggy races.  Not just any buggy either, but my old buggy team, SDC.  And they kicked butt, ultimately winning (along with Fringe).  Then we grabbed nom at the all campus BBQ, saw the MOBOT races, took a tour of the robotics club (of which I’m an alum), attended a general alumni reception and otherwise goofed around.

    Saturday, we headed back and attended the ECE (electrical and computer engineering) alum reception, the LGBT and Friends reception, and finally the class of 1990’s reception.  Lots of fun, but I did manage to hurt my foot pretty bad on the way to the 1990’s reception.  I misjudged when stepping off of a step, ion heels.  Possible fracture, I find out tomorrow.  Yuck.  Oh, and I caught a cold 🙁

    A lot of fun and nostalgia packed into a long weekend.

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