Happy Saturday! Holidays can be rough, and not everyone is feeling festive. If you need to skip this post, that’s understandable. [Read more…] about Rainbow Snippets: Holy Mary
Happy Saturday! Holidays can be rough, and not everyone is feeling festive. If you need to skip this post, that’s understandable. [Read more…] about Rainbow Snippets: Holy Mary
Happy Wednesday! Today’s picture has nothing to do with my snippet. It’s my daughter’s latest drawing.
It’s been a busy few weeks with all the holiday performances. My concerts last weekend went well, as did my older child’s recital a couple days ago. Both kids have school concerts next week, and they’re both working on music for the Christmas Eve service at church. Here is a link to the video from Monday night’s recital. I’m having a Proud Mom moment.
Today’s snippet is still from Minuet and follows right on from last week. Amelia has just called Mr. Muscles over to have a chat.
WIPmath: 12/13/2017 = (1 + 2) + (1 x 3) = 6 paragraphs
“You,” she said. “Are you his boyfriend, his personal trainer, or just a fuck toy?”
The man’s eyes popped. “Uh…”
“Good answer,” Amelia told him. “Listen, Sage here has kind of a problem with leaving his ex alone. Do us a favor and make sure he does the right thing, hm?”
Mr. Muscles looked sideways at Sage. “O-okay.”
Amelia reached up and patted his cheek. “You seem like a decent guy.” She pulled a paper and pen out of her purse and scrawled something on it. Handing it to Mr. Muscles, she said, “Here. My number, just in case you need some help enforcing the no-contacting-your-ex rule.” She turned back to Sage. “You think long and hard”—she giggled; Mr. Muscles snorted—“about what I said. And stay the hell away from Jamie.”
She whirled around, grabbed Mack’s hand, and yanked. Too startled to do anything else, Mack followed her. He heard the click of the door and angry voices on the other side. With a quick glance back, Amelia took off down the stairs.
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Happy Saturday! I’m in a festive mood, getting ready for this weekend’s Christmas Gala concerts. (For those not in the know, I’m a violinist with a local orchestra.)
I was surprised and thrilled to find out my novel Walking by Faith was a runner-up for Best Gay Contemporary General Fiction & Humor in the Rainbow Awards. Congratulations to all the winners, runners-up, and finalists.
This week’s snippet follows directly from the previous one. A number of people were concerned that someone had volunteered Micah for something without his consent. This should clear it up.
“Oh! Right,” Micah said. “My sister-in-law”—his throat pinched painfully—“thought I might be interested. I, uh, asked her if she knew of something going on around town where I could volunteer.”
“That’s great! We could definitely use all the help we can get. Mainly our purpose is to provide general skills training, such as basic household and auto maintenance, cooking, sewing, and the like. I did talk to the other leader, and he seemed to think you’d still be able to teach a class or two, depending on the subject.”
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Yesterday, I came across yet another story with a non-binary protagonist where their gender identity was the main conflict (resolved by True Love™, of course). I’m not going to call out the particular story or author, mainly because if I did so, I’d have to make a really long list of terrible non-binary representation. I have no spoons for that.
The point here is that this is a single example of a thing that bothers me and why I think #OwnVoices stories are vital. The difference in this case is that if an actual non-binary person were writing about their experiences of misgendering, it would read very differently from the outside perspective of someone who is cisgender. We usually would not make identity-angst the primary conflict or central drama in a novel. We certainly would not write it as a “hurt/comfort” story where the cisgender person rescues us from our misery!
This is not to say that cisgender authors shouldn’t write about us. On the contrary, you should! In general, people should write what speaks to them (with appropriate introspection about why it does; you may be surprised at what you learn about yourself). However, there are some things that read differently to me depending on who is writing it.
There’s often some controversy when an author wants to tackle the hard parts of living inside a marginalized existence. For example, authors may get backlash for writing about the painful parts of being fat or queer or disabled (or the intersections of any of those). After all, don’t we deserve stories where we get to be the heroes?
Of course we do. We deserve stories where fat women fall in love and there’s no drama about her size. We deserve queer books where no one gets gay-bashed. We deserve books with disabled characters who aren’t depressed and angry. I would absolutely encourage all writers to create such stories, especially with our input.
But we also deserve books written by and for us which capture some of those more painful experiences. Creative writing is a way to express things we can’t say any other way. Sometimes we need to spill it onto the page in order to heal. These stories can help both author and reader feel like they are not alone.
Those are often best written by people who know from the inside. The way I write a non-binary character experiencing gender dysphoria is different from how someone who isn’t non-binary interprets the expression of those feelings. And I would never, ever “rescue” a character from their dysphoria with a romantic partner. I might write someone who is an understanding and empathetic lover, but that’s quite different from what reads to me as “you’re the only one who will ever love me properly, and you’ve made me whole.”
We’re also not likely to make the entire story revolve around the challenges of being who we are. That may factor into the character’s internal dialog, or it may be part of how they interact with the wider world. But it isn’t going to be used as an “issues” book about our terrible lives as [insert marginalized identity] and how we overcame our self-hate (or worse, how non-[marginalized identity] people cured us of our self-hate).
That’s not to say it can’t be done, but I rarely see good books that truly understand the subtleties. It’s why I avoid many coming out stories, particularly when I know the author doesn’t identify as queer. Sure, many people can relate to keeping aspects of themselves hidden. Many people have had their queer friends and family come out to them. But none of that means you understand the particulars of how that feels if you’ve never done it yourself. (And no, having to keep your author identity secret from people is in no way the same thing as being closeted LGBTQ+.)
Once again, this is not some directive to never write these stories. At least be informed by spending time with the people you’re writing about. This is where #OwnVoices are so important: Read the stories written by people who have lived it, and model your work on that rather than on the many other voices which tend to drown us out. Some of those who shout loudest don’t have our interests in mind but are only seeking to get off our our pain, even if they aren’t directly inflicting it and even (especially) if they haven’t gotten it right.
Remember, it’s okay to admit that you might not be the best person to write a thing after you’ve started it. If you still conclude it’s the story you want to tell, seek input from others who can point you in the right direction. And always, always use empathy to see your words through our eyes, to read and interpret it as we would.
Happy Wednesday! I’m finally feeling festive. Still don’t have our tree up, but the kids are preparing some holiday music, and I have a concert this weekend. Should be fun!
I’m slowing down in writing Minuet because Drumbeat is back from my publisher with some suggested edits. These weren’t demands; I asked for some suggestions because I felt the story was lacking. My publisher, being a fabulous human being, gave me great feedback. So instead of simply messing with it and getting more dissatisfied, I now have targeted things to work on. (I’m weird…this is my favorite part.)
I’m still sharing from Minuet, though, and this follows right from last week’s. Amelia asked if Sage was clear on the whole “leave Jamie alone” thing. Amelia still hasn’t shared the dirt she has on Sage, but she’s not above implementing the first part of her plan.
WIPmath: 12/6/2017 = (2-1) + 6 = 7 paragraphs, mostly dialog.
Sage swallowed visibly. “Fine. You have my word, I won’t contact Jamie again.”
“Oh, hell, no. Not good enough,” Mack said.
Amelia smiled meanly. “Get your new man out here.”
“What? No!”
Too late. The beefcake who had spoken from the other room emerged, looked at the doorway, and raised an eyebrow. “Sage, what’s going on?”
“Nothing, baby. I’ll just be a sec.”
Amelia beckoned Mr. Muscles with one finger. Obediently, he came over. Well-trained puppy.
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Happy Saturday! It’s been quite a week. Today wasn’t so bad, but earlier in the week was a bit rough. I had to make a decision to stop accepting books for reviews. It’s not one I made lightly; it’s been a while in coming. It was using too many spoons, which I need for family stuff and to put more effort into actually writing.
Speaking of which, this week’s snippet follows directly from last week’s. Chris, the minister at one of the local churches, has come to see Micah—who is confused in part because he’s not at all religious himself, though his late spouse was. Here, Chris explains why.
“We can go to my classroom,” Micah suggested.
They wound their way back to the sixth grade wing of the elementary school to Micah’s room. Inside, he offered Chris a seat at a long table then sat across from him.
“Now. What can I do for you?” Micah asked.
“I’m one of the lead volunteers on the community center’s continuing education program. I got a call from another leader that you might be interested in helping us out.”
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