Ah! Fall has fallen, with a marvelous cold front (you Northerners can laugh). I’m breaking out the long sleeved shirts for day time highs in the sixties and the multiple warm blankets for lows in the forties.
It won’t last.
But it will return, again and again, more frequently until Winter is here, and I will have acclimated. T-shirts in the house and grab a windbreaker when I go outside.
We acclimate socially and culturally too. Sometimes it’s a shock at first, but it keeps coming around until we barely notice, anymore.
And tech! Let us not forget the technological changes around us.
Mostly for the good. I mean, I’m too old and stiff to really want to give my car a tune up myself. In fact, given the state of my knees, changing my next flat is going to be an interesting challenge.
But I never want to see a manual typewriter again. Well, maybe in a museum . . .
And the internet lets me pretend I’m not a socially inept hermit.
I’m a late adapter for most of the tech changes. My vehicles don’t have backup cameras. I rarely pickup my cell phone on the way out of the house, and I don’t have cable TV.
Social and cultural changes? Actually, starting out in California I grew up with the early liberal agenda as the norm, so adjusting to the rest came easy . . . until I started noticing they had drifted away from reality.
I have a degree in Geology, worked as a Geophysicist in the petroleum industry . . . so I knew climate was always changing, that we’re in an interglacial between Ice Ages . . . and I’d taken every astronomy and planetary science class offered and what was being said by the environmentalists had veered away from the possible and into fantasy territory.
Such a rude awakening!
(Although not a big as the cultural shock of moving to Texas. Forty years later, I’m LMAO over the Babylon Bee’s Californians move to Texas videos https://babylonbee.com/video/californians-adjust-to-new-life-in-texas )
And once one’s naive trust is broken . . . You tend to examine everything.
I was amazingly politically blind.
Eww. Some things you just can’t unknow.
And now the culture’s really going down the drain, and taking two generations down with it.
Because too many people have acclimated to “consenting adults” can do whatever they want and then slid quietly, deeper and deeper until we’re in a full blown war to destroy children.
And men. And women.
We’ve slid down into this hole and when I looked around . . . there’s a whole lot of people still digging . . . and a whole lot of people ready to fight it.
The Woke have crossed a line in the sand that a lot of people will not ever accept.
Sometimes it’s stories that provide the acclimation and now I’m looking back at my writing, some of which is quite weird. I suppose I’ve crossed a lot of lines, but the culture is changing so fast that some of the stuff I thought might be too nasty to publish is now ordinary.
But I didn’t destroy children. I may put them in peril, but they fight and win. Or get rescued.
I refuse to Acclimated past this line in the sand . . . and I need to pay attention to what I’m writing. Is my fictional magical ability to cure anything taking away the horror of what is being done to children in real life?
I need to pay attention!
We all do. Stories have power.
Ah, climate. It enlivens stories.
The stories we tell matter, yes they do.
The first rule of holes. When you find yourself in one, quit digging.
Sounds like you figured that out a long time ago. Congratulations.
Reality always wins in the end.
True. But also remember, the market can stay irrational longer than you can stay solvent too.
For some reason ‘solvent’ came out a ‘wombat’ the first time I typed that…
I guess the wombat wanted to make sure everyone knew it could kick a little buttuska as well?
It was a Combat Wombat.
New financial advice Youtube channel: The Solvent Wombat.
THAT sounds like something the Bee needs to get on top of.
I think that’s why I’m being Nudged to write the warm-n-fuzzy fairy tales stories. They’re going to be soft, comfortable, and can be read to or by younger readers (as in kids or others who don’t need to be reading my harder-edged, darker things.)
Yes. Warm-and-fuzzy’s good.
I’m writing a lot of coping with societal collapse stories, recently. Current work starts with a family during the evacuation a city, what they load up quickly, what they later wish they had . . .
Hopefully something my readers will never have to deal with.
Compare _What Happened to the Corbetts_ by Nevil Shute (1938)
Pam, congratulations on getting _the Office Manager_ out of the door. But so fast that I couldn’t figure out how to comment on your blog now anonymous and Facebook have failed me.
“Heidi was five when our parents died in a car crash.
older than Feo’s father, who had died three and a half decades ago, a failed regen.
Oops! Suggest remove regeneration since need to account for missing mother.
“I came so close to just ignoring that letter Feo sent.
Reader may need “making suggestions about the new portal tech.
“But the young lady being harassed was not one of ours.” He eyed Axel. “Is he one of your . . . colleagues?” Axel grinned. “As if I’d tell.” Grigory shook his head. “All those years of telling myself it was my imagination . . .” Axel huffed. “All right. But just you two! I’m not giving tours.”
I couldn’t make this out at all. /he/ ? Aid from telepathic horses even?
Thanks, Little Egret
You guys? Take notes! This is how Beta Readers save your *. Even a few days late. And the good thing about ebooks is that it’s so easy to fix them. And since I usually reload a book a few days after publishing, to include the link to itself, it’s not even extra work.
Traditional fairy tales could be quite gruesome but they told a valuable lesson: evil exists but if can be defeated.
Sometimes. The original version of “Little Red Riding Hood” as told by French peasants ended with Red Riding Hood and her grandmother both very dead. The lesson was “don’t talk to, let alone trust, outsiders.” The Grimm’s version is a little better.
Well, hey… French peasants. What would you expect? 🙂
You should have heard my Belgian mother on the subject of the French (in Flemish, once she got excited…).
Bet she couldn’t compare with my Belgian teacher on the subject of the Germans.
My mother found an American GI during the war and boogied out of Antwerp as fast as she could.
She wouldn’t listen to Willem Mengelberg recordings. And she travelled back to Europe several times but went around France rather than in or through it. Germany was not under consideration.
Actually, the original-we-think version had her escape by telling the wolf she had to use the bathroom.
Any particular fairy tales?
At the moment, Baba Yaga’s house, and spinning flax into gold. I’ll be going back through some fairy tale collections to see what else has a basic story that works to play with (needs to be something that doesn’t require blood and gore in order to set up the plot.)
And making a late appearance — New Book! Just went live!
yippee! a new Alliance book!
“What is the most un-space-opera title possible?”
I do believe you have a contender.
Portals. No “Space” Opera. Although, as Is often said, It would be a great SF Soap Opera.
I think “The Portals of our Lives” sounds good.
Ah but you do have “Space”!
Q huffed. “I really wish Wavelength hadn’t gone off in Xen’s . . . well, I suppose it qualifies as a spaceship . . .” “But her reports are so awesome!”