I had a big post planned about nihilism and internet trolls.
But I’m behind on the NaNoWriMo and don’t want to half ass it. It’s pretty good.
Here are some things of note:
The attacks in Paris are awful. What the fuck is wrong with people? And what the fuck is wrong with Americans who want to blame refugees for the attacks. If they didn’t vet refugees properly, that sucks. But it doesn’t naturally follow that they’re all terrorists–or that any of them are. Let’s not let our sadness turn to anger and then to hate, comfortable as that may be for many of us.
Got unfriended for calling someone out on fat shaming. It sucks, because it’s a person I genuinely like despite a complete inability to deal with opposition. I kind of hate seeing liberals act like petulant children who refuse to see the other side of something. And I’m annoyed yet bored with people who think “Haw haw, fatties are fat,” is a funny joke. What are you, 13-fucking-years-old? Besides, I was just pointing it out. I’m not one of those “take that down or I can’t be your friend” people. But when someone is being an asshole, it can take a real friend to let them know.
Barbara Kean is way better on Gotham as a villain. Way. Better.
American Horror Story: Hotel has more nudity than I require in my horrorshows. If I wanted to see that many naked people and that much blood-drenched man-on-man or three-way giggity, I’d wait for Game of Thrones to come back. That said, I’m not really mad that I already figured out who the killer is. Much like Shymalan’s The Village–it’s not really about that. It’s about the journey. Plus, Evan Peters has been great this season.
Read Jack Ketchum’s Stranglehold this week. Filled me with terror, then profound despair. I was reminded of Mystic River, in that I wanted to hurl it across the room in anger after I finished. But my Kindle is out of warranty, so I refrained. It’s a damn good book. I wish I had Ketchum’s skill for developing and building suspense. I do have similar skill for the violence, but that’s the easy part. I think I do write with a high level of truthfulness, and my dialogue is damn fine. But these are the things we learn just by living in the world and watching it with an eye toward the story. Plotting, storybuilding, setting descriptions–none of that shit comes easy to me. I wish I was able to workshop more, pow wow with other writers and such.
The new book is coming right along. It’s got two main characters who are also POV characters (1st person, because that’s what I’m best at). One of them is highly unreliable because her roommate keeps stealing her medicine and selling it. The other is just a fucking asshole. It’s loosely based on a few fucking assholes I know. Ha! I can’t imagine I’ll actually finish in time to win the NaNo, but it’s gonna be a hell of a good book. I hope to be ready for beta readers by February.Tags: america, fat, sad, scribing, tv