The title says it all. After several weeks of enforced absence from the keyboard, I’ve been released to very limited work. Because of that, I’m trying something new this morning. I’m using handwriting-to-text conversion on my iPad Pro. It is slower, mainly because I’m trying to make sure the conversion isn’t too for out in left field. Fortunately, the latest update to the OS makes this much easier than before. So, with that said, let’s see if I can get a post done.
One thing being away from the keyboard has done is give me time to do some brainstorming. I’ve made notes on current projects and figured out what needs to be done to get them from brain to page. I’ve planned the end of one series and begin world building on another. How I’m champing at the bit to get to work.
J’ve also done a great deal of reading. Some has beenresearch related. But most of it has been for fun. That includes rereading John Ringo’s Black Tide Rising series. It might seem a bit strange to be reading-about a zombie apocalypse right now but let’s face it. Much of what we’re seeing right now isn’t much different. The zombies might not be stripping down in the middle of the road and feasting on anything they can. Instead, they passively accept without question or thought-what is being said. They accept the closure of our businesses and sequestration from loved ones even as politicians and so-called celebrities flaunt the rules.
What I love about the BTR novels, especially the original ones, is the spirit of of the main characters. Forget the criticisms of the main characters, especially Faith. Look beyond those complaints to what she and others represent. Hope. Faith. Determination. The willingness to do waters was necessary not only to survive but to rebuild the world.
That is something too many would prefer we all forget. These so-called advocates of change want to erase history. That’s bad enough. Making matters worse, there are authors—and I use that term loosely—who advocate no longer teaching literature if it includes books written more than 70 years ago. It’s not because the language might be difficult to understand. It’s because our laws and values have changed.
In other words, no Huck Finn because it portrays slavery and uses language no longer acceptable. No Shakespeare because he portrays anti-feminist ideals, violence, etc., etc., etc. Our kids are too delicate and their sensibilities too fragile to hear what the world was like and to be able to see how far we’ve come==and in some cases how far we still have to go.
The fact that a so-called YA author is applauding this sort of idiocy, as well as other authors, is beyond me. Do they not understand that means in 70 years or so their own works will no longer “qualify” to be taught? (Or, presumably, stocked in libraries or bookstores) This lack of foresight, not to mention the way they have determined they know what is best for the rest of the world, seriously pisses me off.
Because of that, it has renewed my determination to write. Not only to write but to write characters who are flawed. Characters who might say or do things they might not mean later. Characters who will, hopefully, learn from their mistakes and grow. I want to write characters who may despair but who will not give up. They fight for themselves, for their loved ones.
People aren’t perfect and never will be. But we can and do learn and change. We do it through experiencing life, not by having it hidden from us.
If I had to choose between being an insane little zombie killer like LT. Faith Marie Smith from BTR or any of the sniveling, politically correct and too fragile (and dumb) to live heroines in much of trad publishing today, I’ll choose the insane little zombie killer or any member of her family or cadre. They are at least doing something.
So I will do my part, small as it is. I will do my best to write books that entertain, that show people aren’t perfect but they do their best, no matter what their situation. Sure, they might despair. They might want to give up and, in some cases do, but they try.
And they don’t follow the line of lemmings as they all jump off the cliff.