Your parents were no good at being parents before they had kids, they were no good at raising toddlers before they did, and they were no good at raising children, tweens, or teens, before they did. Yet that didn’t stop them from doing it anyway. They had no victories or successes before they tried, but they continued because they loved you. It was hard, grueling work, some days were filled with tears, snot and shit everywhere. Sometimes the object of their affection puked all over them, broke their prized vase, clogged up the sink, and snuck into the kitchen in the middle of the night to schlurp whipped cream straight from the can (admit it – we’ve ALL done that one! 😀 ) But none of this adversity or unsettling amount of noxious bodily fluids being spewed all over the place, were enough to deter them from the course they had set upon – parenthood. No one told them they couldn’t be parents because they were utterly inexperienced at the beginning, or because they weren’t being paid handsomely to do it. They did it for love and that is more than enough to go on. If you parent then you’re a parent. If you write, then you’re a writer. Some things don’t depend on qualifications, they just are.
Let me state for the record: I totally support fanfiction and fanart.
And as long as I’m done with a ‘verse, which will either be stated on the work itself, or on my website (or you could, ya know, just ask me), then I’d LOVE to see the fanworks you create! But please don’t take it personally if I decline to read/view your creation until after I’m officially done with the ‘verse it’s part of.
But in the meantime, by all means, carry on! (my wayward son….sorry, couldn’t resist! 🙂 ).
But I digress…
Yes, there may be themes and activities in fanworks, just as in canonworks that may offend someone’s delicate sensibilities. Appropriately tagged, it shouldn’t be a problem, and if it’s not someone’s cup of tea, well, there are plenty of different teas in the world. There are also plenty of ways to easily avoid such fanworks.
And I’m not so deluded as to think that just because someone’s written or read A/B/O dynamic, knotting fic, that that’s what they’re into in real life. I’m not going to label them as a “nutter” or hold them up in mocking derision as something to be made fun of. Even if it’s not my cup of tea, that’s someone’s creation, something they’ve invested a fair amount of time, effort and heart in, and I’m not going to crap all over that. I wouldn’t want someone doing that to one of my creations.
All I ask, as can reasonably be expected of potentially triggery/nsfw works is that they be appropriately tagged. AO3 has tags out the wazoo. Tags are easily done. Tags can be easily (in most cases) used to avoid what we don’t want (ourselves or our kids) to see.
In a live & let live/Golden Rule kind of world, works are tagged, and those who prefer not to need brain bleach would make the minimum effort required to avoid Things That Must Not Be Seen.
So send me links, and if what you’re showing me isn’t tagged but should be, put some tags or warnings in your link send, so I can decide for myself if I want to take a look or not. If it’s ‘spoiler-y’ (still a ‘verse I’m working in), then save it for the future when I’m done with that ‘verse. Please don’t shove it in my face if you happen to run into me – sorry, but that also goes for your Auntie Myrna’s selfies from that S&M club.
Oh! Just thought of something – I really don’t want to put my autograph on someone else’s fanwork without permission, so unless you can produce the artist’s go-ahead in writing, I’ll have to decline doing that.
The Antlered Girl is on the back-burner for now, until I’ve gotten a complete first draft of a business fiction novel I’m ghostwriting. Nanowrimo 2019 was a bust for getting that done – so much real-life llama-drama happening, as it does, in November, that writing had to take a backseat to Annoying Things, such as replacing our carpeting and mitigating the underyling floor damage upon the discovery that the previous owners of our home had pretty much let their dog carry on its business wherever it pleased.
At last, however, we can finally unpack, almost two months after moving in. yay.
With the hustle and bustle of Giving-Thanks Day, and early Winter-Holiday-Of-Your-Choice prezzie-shopping out of the way (I’m totally in favor of supporting Small Business Saturday – so many talented local makers!), I can at last turn my attention to the business book. What’s that one about? Well, imagine trying to convert dry, dull business lectures into a lively and humorous tale that people will want to actually read. Hopefully non-business people, too. 😀
The lecturer who requested my help with this project actually has a pretty large following world-wide, and there are many who sing his praises, as his lectures have capably taught them the advanced concepts they needed to create positive change in their own businesses. He’s a nice fellow and a decent human being, he loves helping others with his skills and experience, and I’m happy to help him out like this.
It’s just that there’s a staggering lack of spaceships, faerie forests or anthropomorphic furry critters involved here. I do, however, get to (fictionally) shoot stuff out of a real cannon, so there’s that at least. 😀
Anyhoo, as I was unpacking, I found my magnetic poetry board and tiles and was noodling around on that, instead of productively putting stuff away. I figured that since I needed something semi-interesting (imho) to be posting about to start generating interest in the books that are being worked up to publishing speed, I could post my…etchings. This also gives me a reasonably good excuse to continue noodling around with my magnetic poetry.
We wonder about my silly dream together,
And remember the lovely, laughing rose monkey who dances under my bed.
When who/whatever created the universe (assuming it didn’t all just happen randomly without some creative force involved) in all its myriad glory and wonder, from the vastest reaches of space to the smallest microbes of algae, I wonder: when it created mold, of all things, did it look at it and think, “Hmm, someday, when humans evolve, they’re gonna mix this with milk, let it rot for awhile, and then eat it!”
Or when that fateful day finally came around, if it was more like a parent watching their very small child pick up some disgusting thing off the ground and put it in their mouth, while their parent not-so-quietly goes berserk trying to stop the inevitable from happening and desperately hoping they can adequately disinfect their offspring before their head spins round and they projectile-vomit pea soup.
I’ve always liked blue cheese (triple-cream varieties like Castello blue (the danish import, not the Rosenborg brand) or Cambazola, or even a regular sweetish one like Point Reyes blue), but until now, I haven’t actually given much thought to the fact that I’m basically eating mold mixed with milk and left to rot. I mean, if my kids came up and told me that they’d scraped some mold off of somewhere, swished it in their milk, and had left the slop under their bed for several months and were now going to take a few swigs of their impromptu science experiment, I’d have a cow.
So what are some other things that people eat that leave you shaking your head in bafflement?
In ancient times, storytellers, writers, singers, dancers, musicians, actors, costume-makers were considered the intermediaries between the Divine/Higher Power(s) and the main population.
From Greek theatre to Native American dances/mythology, those tribal storytellers had a status in society of priest/teacher/doctor/counselor. They were *part* of the tribe, necessary to the tribe members’ wellbeing in so many ways. Whether beseeching the Divine for protection, good hunting/harvest, helping their tribe experience and express communal joys and sorrows, guiding tribemembers in their emotional/mental/spiritual/social development, they did so in a way that was engaging and entertaining for their group. Unlike modern celebrities, however, the entertainment aspect never became the be-all, end-all of their endeavors, and they did not disengage or disconnect themselves from the people they ministered to.
They were available and accessible on a day-to-day basis, and whether in public performance, or a gathering of whomever happened to be around when a ‘teachable moment’ arose, the experience of their gifts was meant to be a communal one, that would create, enhance and strengthen the community’s bonds.
That is a very extreme difference from today’s celebrity figures who have become icons to worship, in and of themselves, and the sole driving force behind the dissemination of celebrity product is the acquisition of money for the massive corporations and their subsidiaries who promote them. To that end, the base channeling of music, media and the persons of the celebrities themselves in such a way as to primarily stimulate sexuality and escapism has greatly reduced the innate and inherent value of those storytellers’ gifts.
In fact, a great deal of the entertainment ‘industry’ like Ouroboros, is to promote/feed itself, to generate more hype with awards shows, interviews and paparazzi and similar pageantry to keep the ‘celebrity status’ juggernaut viable and lucrative for the celebrities themselves, as well as the capitalistic behemoths behind them.
Yes, there are still some scant shreds of the original tribal functionality of storytelling still gasping for breath, but that is almost by accident than by design, no matter the original good intentions the storytellers may have possessed at the start of their careers.
We, as a species, are starving for those stray crumbs, however diluted they have become.
As an example: Lady Gaga’s “Born This Way” became the rallying anthem of everyone hearing it, who did not fit the ‘sheeple norm’ that society has ‘soma-tized’ itself into, but it resounded most strongly among those with alternative orientations/genders, and served as a communal expression of support and a rallying point for solidarity.
The wikipedia article for Born This Way, however, seems mainly focused on the commercial success, rather than on the message of the song itself and any impact it had on society and peoples’ lives.
Due to the proliferation and accessibility of social media, a number of celebrities, who otherwise would have been relegated to the background in favor of more commercially viable performers, have managed to forge more organic and personal connections to their fans.
They regularly engage with their audience via Twitter, Tumblr, convention appearances and Vlogging, building a community of engaged (tribe) group members who often supportively focus as much on each other, as on the celebrity they are interested in. Thus the cathartic communal bonding experience catalyzed by tribal storytellers for their tribe members resurfaces, thrives and expands.
Indeed, in the era of increasing illegal free file-sharing, the storytellers who forge in-depth social/tribal connections with their audience may experience greater career longevity/financial success over the long-term than their more immediate commercially ‘successful’ counterparts who have become merely another in a long line of ‘faddish’ products manufactured by a bottom-line-driven industry.
Celebrities attempting (even unknowingly) to fulfill ancient tribal functions: