My Thoughts on the Hugos

I haven’t really commented on the whole fiasco with the Hugos this year. I’m not a big name writer, and I haven’t been as involved in the fandom while I fight cancer. So, I don’t have a stake in the awards in the simplest sense – I’m not nominated for anything and I haven’t lobbied on behalf of anyone who did make the official nomination list. The only stake I have is in the overall Hugo’s integrity, which I believe we all have a stake in.

As I’ve read, watched, and listened to various points of view –I refuse to call them “sides”–I’ve reached the following conclusions:

  1. Some Sad/Rabid Puppies* really believe there is a conspiracy against their fiction. I haven’t seen any evidence of this, but I know how heated opinions can get in fandom.
  2. Some Sad/Rabid Puppies intentionally gamed the system because they were butthurt over never winning an award. It’s hard to lose, and there is the temptation to “right” the perceived wrongs, but it doesn’t make it just.
  3. Some people were caught up in the Puppy slates, both those who supported the Puppies and those who did not. Those who stayed or withdrew were damned either way.
  4. A lot of good fiction was either pushed out, withdrawn, or tainted because of the scandal.
  5. Nobody truly wins when SFF stays fractured.
Based on results from the Hugo ceremony last night it’s clear that the voters were not going to be intimidated by slates and championed diversity in the SFF fandom.
 
This year was ugly. I saw people who I admired become monsters. These people came from several points of view, but mainly from a particular one. And that particular point of view was often disingenuous. Look, there’s room for a variety of beliefs and types of fiction under the SFF banner, but there is no room for hate. In those moments of weakness, we need to ask ourselves, is this what it means to be human? Is this who were want to be?
 
We should be celebrating each other’s successes. Fellow writers aren’t the enemy. We’re all adding our own unique spin on the world. Isn’t that was SFF is?
 
What happened this year guarantees there are no winners. Let’s be better. Let’s write better. Let’s make SFF fandom a place where we’re all welcome and can celebrate the best fiction there is.
 
*Sad Puppies and Rabid Puppies are two different groups of writers who feel wronged by the overall SFF fandom. They both swing more conservative, with the Rapid Puppies extreme far right. They perceive the Hugos as flawed and run by an elitist liberal clique. Their movements are to bring science fiction they perceive as being slighted into the mainstream award-worthy sphere.

Waiting

Song of the Swallow is out for reviews.

I think one of the things I wasn’t expecting the most in the publishing world is the wait. I knew the process from writing to publication is a long one, but I never knew just how long. We get so used to having things available immediately that sometimes the process gets lost.

So I continue to wait. And that’s okay.

Realms of Fantasy Closing and a Status

Does the time fly…life’s been busy in good ways and bad ways, but it’s given me a lot of time to think.

One of the markets I was preparing to sub to announced it was closing. Realms of Fantasy was always one of those short fiction markets I admired and it’s sad to see it go. I hope everyone who had subscriptions and/or stories on sub there find a new home or can be compensated somehow.

As for me, I’m just waiting on the finals for Song of the Swallow. I’ve been writing some short fiction for the past few months, but have been struggling for them to find a home. That’s led me to make some decisions.

Deep down, I truly believe that my strength is with novels over short stories, so I am going to concentrate more on my current novel. I’ve been finding excuses to avoid it for far too long. I do believe it has a lot of potential and I am really excited for the characters.

In other reflections…

I kind of like what Stephen King had to say about his younger writing self. His early writing was larger shaped by writing seminars he had gone to which promoted “that one is writing for other people rather than one’s self; that language is more important than story; that ambiguity is to be preferred over clarity and simplicity, which are usually signs of a thick and literal mind.”

In other words, he found his original version of The Dark Tower to be filled with “pretension.”

Now, maybe it’s easy for King to talk about this as a best-seller who can do whatever he wants, but I feel there is a lot of truth to what he writes. I don’t think we should ever forget our audience or work to improve our prose, but we can’t forget the heart and soul of writing, of creating a story we love, for something for ourselves.

I’m trying to keep that in mind as I transition more away from short story telling, which I don’t find to be my strength, and into more novel writing.

I Write Romance

I write romance.

No, I’m not just talking about romance in the traditional genre sense of the word, though my current story seems to be straddling the line between urban fantasy and paranormal romance. I mean romance defined as:

(A) a prose narrative treating imaginary characters involved in events remote in time or place and usually heroic, adventurous, or mysterious (Merrian-Webster).

But I can narrow it down more precisely than that. I write stories about love.

This romance can be between two people who have fallen in love. It might be the love between a mother and her child, a father and his children, siblings, between a mentor and his/her apprentice, between friends, between strangers who have created a bond that transcends their differences, between a person and their god, or people learning to love themselves.

Every story I write is a story about love.

I write romance.

And I love it.

What stories about love do you write?