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I've been writing a lot, my friends. Actual fiction, even. About 5000 words of that this week-- a good run for me, and the week's not over yet.
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I've also noticed something else I've been doing lately. I'll type a post to a thread on a forum, or a blog or LJ, and then not post it. Because the last thing I ask myself before posting anything is, "Do I really want to deal with what some folks might try to make of this?"
On forums, the answer almost always seems to be, "Oh, hell no."
I did that with a blog post last night, basically going into the biological, instinctive and societal reasons why a question or statement of appreciation can also be perceived as a threat, even when no threat is intended. I thought it was funny and explained the idea clearly enough, but it got a little too personal in places. So I posted it and then switched it to private.
I guess I had visions of it being linked all over and starting a storm of poo with me at its epicenter. That is probably my delusions of grandeur speaking, but just the remote possibility was enough to give me pause.
My goal when it comes to internet slapfights is simple. I refuse to speak for anyone other than myself, and I will not tilt at windmills.
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We took my husband's grandmother to the Birmingham zoo some years ago, and wheeled her around in a rented wheel chair. She was an awesome lady. As we passed by the elephant habitat, this one elephant pointed its behind at us and displayed its massive excretory prowess. It was one of those things that is so awful you can't help but watch. After about a minute (the elephant was still going) my Beloved's grandmother said, "Do we have to sit here and watch this?"
We realized, quite suddenly, that we did not, in fact, have to watch the elephant poop.
I want to live in a world where clueless sexism is like an elephant pooping-- loud, smelly and oddly fascinating, but not terribly relevant. I choose to live there, now. ;)
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I think I finally got the idea that will make my first Lethe chapter work, but danged if it won't probably be a better first chapter than the Mobius chapter, just from a scene-setting standpoint. I suppose I'll worry about that later.
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I've also noticed something else I've been doing lately. I'll type a post to a thread on a forum, or a blog or LJ, and then not post it. Because the last thing I ask myself before posting anything is, "Do I really want to deal with what some folks might try to make of this?"
On forums, the answer almost always seems to be, "Oh, hell no."
I did that with a blog post last night, basically going into the biological, instinctive and societal reasons why a question or statement of appreciation can also be perceived as a threat, even when no threat is intended. I thought it was funny and explained the idea clearly enough, but it got a little too personal in places. So I posted it and then switched it to private.
I guess I had visions of it being linked all over and starting a storm of poo with me at its epicenter. That is probably my delusions of grandeur speaking, but just the remote possibility was enough to give me pause.
My goal when it comes to internet slapfights is simple. I refuse to speak for anyone other than myself, and I will not tilt at windmills.
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We took my husband's grandmother to the Birmingham zoo some years ago, and wheeled her around in a rented wheel chair. She was an awesome lady. As we passed by the elephant habitat, this one elephant pointed its behind at us and displayed its massive excretory prowess. It was one of those things that is so awful you can't help but watch. After about a minute (the elephant was still going) my Beloved's grandmother said, "Do we have to sit here and watch this?"
We realized, quite suddenly, that we did not, in fact, have to watch the elephant poop.
I want to live in a world where clueless sexism is like an elephant pooping-- loud, smelly and oddly fascinating, but not terribly relevant. I choose to live there, now. ;)
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I think I finally got the idea that will make my first Lethe chapter work, but danged if it won't probably be a better first chapter than the Mobius chapter, just from a scene-setting standpoint. I suppose I'll worry about that later.
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