I was cleaning the garage last weekend (because even proto-famous authors have help around the house) and I ran across a box labeled “Old MS.” Upon later examination, this box proved to be somewhat misleading, as it should have been labeled “Really Old MS,” as in “as old as they get.”

I started writing in the tenth grade. My brother announced one evening that he was going to write a story for his own enjoyment. I said, “I’ll write one, too!” All these years later, I have no idea why, except probably it was sibling rivalry. That sibling rivalry changed the entire course of my life. My brother wrote his story and moved on to other pursuits. I wrote mine and moved on to writing other stories. I had the bug. Eventually, my English teacher got wind of my project and asked to read it. I gave it to her, and she returned it with 100 extra credit points–which I didn’t need, because I had a 4.0 GPA in high school English. I’ll never forget her announcing, “Brian has written a novel and I gave him 100 extra credit points. If anyone wants to write a novel, I’ll give them the same.” Problem? It was three weeks before the end of the school year–and NaNoWriMo hadn’t been invented. I don’t think anyone took her up on her offer. Me, I kept writing and started submitting to magazines the following year.

Fast forward to last weekend. I opened the “Old MS” box, and there was that “novel.” In fact, there was the handwritten version preceding the typed version my teacher read. Cue OMG moment. And that’s not all. In this box I found over a dozen stories I thought had been lost the ages, including the first I ever submitted and a bunch more I couldn’t even remember. (You’ve heard of hysterical amnesia.) And I found the piece de resistance, what I believe was my first rejection. OMG indeed.

Now, I have not had the courage to re-read most of this…stuff…and what I have re-read is quite enough. But in its sheer amateurishness, I found joy and encouragement: It showed me just how far I have come. In truth, the mere fact that I can skim over the material so cursorily, and yet detect instantly where I had gone wrong, shows how far I have come. Writing is not about immediately putting the right words on the page, it’s about knowing which words belong before it leaves your hands.

And this is very valuable stuff. It doesn’t matter if you have success, as I’ve said before, writers are harder on themselves than anyone else is. But when I am most down on myself because I haven’t written enough, or sold enough, I think back on that teenager who wrote these Conan rip-offs (trying at the same time not to be writing Conan rip-offs), and I look at myself now through his eyes. I’ve sold almost 20 short stories. Do you know what that kid would have thought of someone who had sold nearly 20 short stories? He’d think that author resided on the (lower) slopes of Mount Olympus. He would look at that man and feel a yearning to make his heart burst, a yearning to be that man. And he would be, someday. And if he heard that man bemoaning the lack of production or the lack of sales, he’d say, “Are you kidding me? Do you have any idea what I’d give to be in your shoes? You’re published! You go to parties where the man across the table is allowing you to admire his Nebula award while the man next to you says, ‘Yeah, it’s prettier than mine’! What the hell’s wrong with you?”

Without enumerating all the possible answers to his question, I’d have to admit he’s right. For most of my life, I would have thought my position as a writer today was pretty sweet.

What a great thing perspective can be. And who would have thought a fifteen-year-old kid would be the one to provide it?

It was not so long ago
I can still remember how the writing used to make me smile
And I knew if I only wrote
That I could make those people vote
And maybe I’d have a Hugo in a while.

But those Sad Puppies made me quiver
With every posting they’d deliver
Bad news on my laptop
I couldn’t make them all stop.

I can’t discern just what they hate
When they talk about their awards slate
But something touched me deep inside
The day the Hugos—died.

So bye-bye to American sci-fi
Tried complaining to the concom
But the concom was fried,
And them good ol’ boys was drinkin’ bottled Chimay
Singin’ “This is all the fault of Vox Day,
This is all the fault of Vox Day.”

And the three pros I admire most
Writing about aliens, ghouls, and ghosts
They had to admit Worldcon was toast
The day the Hugos died.

And they were singin’
Bye-bye to American sci-fi
Tried complaining to the concom
But the concom was fried,
And them good ol’ boys was drinkin’ bottled Chimay
Singin’ “This is all the fault of Vox Day,
This is all the fault of Vox Day.”

Bye-bye to American sci-fi
Tried complaining to the concom
But the concom was fried,
And them good ol’ boys was drinkin’ bottled Chimay
Singin’ “This is all the fault of Vox Day.”

Fall TV Preview

With Spring in the air and our favorite shows just returned from their winter hiatus, it’s time to start saying good-bye as they go on their Summer hiatus. But don’t despair, because this Fall promises to bring more than its share of new genre-related shows. We’ve picked some of the most promising to preview.

“Please Don’t Eat the Westeroses,” a family comedy from the people who brought you “Game of Thrones.”

“Franks.” Big monster in the big city, from the people who brought you “Friends.” Featuring the theme song, “You’re Worth an Arm and a Leg to Me.”

“The Bachelor Agent.” Every week Agent Coulson invades a Hydra safe house where sixteen femmes fatales vie for the opportunity to put a rose on his coffin and win the grand prize of $1,000,000. (The prize is forfeited if Coulson rises from the dead. Again.)

“The Great Hugo Race.” In this reality series, two (maybe more) teams compete in a series of demeaning exercises to see who can take home a trophy that none of them “really wants” anyway.

“Breitbart.comedy,” in which a crusty old conservative tries to teach his feisty young niece, a budding nerd, to read the “right” kind of SF. From the Disney Channel.

And of course the big news is the hotly-anticipated “Agents of SHIELD” spin-off, “Hi, Hydra, I’m Home!” Can a Hydra assassin balance mayhem, extortion, and arson with PTA meetings, selling Girl Scout cookies, and backyard barbecues? Hilarity ensues weekly when he pins his mission parameters to the fridge and takes the family schedule to work! Fortunately, he can always count on his neighbors, Vera and “Red” Skull, because after all, it takes a village to rule a planet, let alone raise three teenagers.

So, what will you be watching?

Note: This is another post dedicated to the Hugo Awards. If you aren’t interested, we will return to our regular programming eventually. I promise.

I freely admit that I’m spending more time on this whole Sad Puppies/Hugogate phenomenon than is perhaps healthy. (If you’re just coming into this discussion, just google “Sad Puppies 2015.” It’s gotten too big to encapsulate in any one reference.) In my own defense, however, this controversy is not going away any time soon, and by “soon” I mean “the next few years.” So I might as well be up on it, and for that reason I have been trying to amass as many viewpoints as possible. And because of that, I have made the startling discovery that both sides actually have something in common:

They’re both wrong.

Not about everything, of course. Much of what they say is a matter of taste and/or opinion, which cannot be wrong. That’s why taste and opinion are not fact. But they are wrong on the facts–sometimes. Maybe if they weren’t, some kind of meaningful discussion could actually occur (although I doubt it). I’d like to take this opportunity to show how both sides get some things wrong. I’ll start with the Sad Puppies, because they ignited the current contretemps.* I will use a recent posting by Larry Correia as my template.

Mr. Correia’s posting is too long to cover in its entirety, and much of it, as I said earlier, is opinion, so I’ll only speak to certain sections.

Sad Puppies is all about getting good books recognized. That’s what you say and I’m sure you believe it. But Sad Puppies was created expressly as a right-wing political experiment, and two years of evolution is not going to erase people’s memories. You can’t expect it will.

SP3 won big because the fannish cabal was mean to us after last year’s SP selections lost. No, it was because you mobilized your troops and the other side didn’t.

We’ve got nothing against fans. We’re fans too. Yes, I’m sure the CHORFs would agree.

We’re doing this in defense of freedom of artistic expression. This has nothing to do with artistic expression and everything to do with who gets awards. Artistic expression is not at risk. Neither is freedom.

Don’t blame Vox Day on us. True, he was a jerk before Sad Puppies. True, he’s no longer connected with SP. But he started with you, and you knew damned well who and what he was. In fact, you recommended works on his slate. Now Frankenstein’s Creature is loose (“Rabid Puppies” is no coincidence) and you can’t say you don’t share the blame.

As for the left side of the aisle…

For its (many) sins, the only proper response to the Sad Puppies slate is complete rejection. Although it is only one fact, it is as wrong as all of the facts listed above collectively.

First, not everyone on the Sad Puppies slate was consulted, or knew what was going on when they found out they were included. You’re punishing the innocent with the “guilty.” Isn’t it conservatives who supposedly shoot first and ask questions later?

Second, some people on the slate choose to remain there not because they agree with the SPs politics, but because they’ve been nominated for a Hugo. Had I been asked to be put on the slate, I don’t know that I would not have agreed, just for the publicity. We authors are in it to sell books, and “there’s no such thing as bad publicity.”

Third, voting “No Award” before every category is only going to give the SPs ammunition. They’ll say, “They’d rather destroy the Hugos than let us win,” and they will, sadly, be right. You don’t trim a tree by chopping it down.

So okay, all of you are wrong about something. Can you climb down from your fortified towers, wave a white flag, and talk? If you are all, as you say, only interested in finding the best stories to honor, then you actually have a lot in common.

Note: Usually when I delve into matters of f/sf fandom, I try to make a point that is equally applicable to the wider world. This is not one of those posts. If you do not care about the Hugo Awards, you might as well skip this one and go get yourself a cup of coffee. So the nominations are in and, as predicted, the Puppies (Sad and Rabid) have left their mark on the carpet. Equally predictably, anti-Puppies are already rushing about looking for a clean towel and a spray bottle to clean up the mess. So did the Puppies win? Well…not yet. Although the majority of nominees are Puppy-endorsed, there are those who aren’t. Those nominees (let’s call them Soft Kitties) might win, preserving their side’s honor for another year. (Although I should point out that, in most cases, being one side’s choice does not mean that you support that side–or any side. As in any war, some volunteered and some were drafted. Unfortunately, there are casualties from both classes.) And Hugo ballots have the “No Award” option, which will see unprecedented use this year. Whether No Award will rank first in any category remains to be seen, but it would, again, be seen as a blow against Puppies. But let’s say the Puppies carry some awards (or even all of them). Can they say then that they won? Of course they can, but I fear it would be a Pyrrhic victory. Let’s face it: Everybody who votes this year is going to know what’s going on. The Puppies put forth a slate (perfectly legal), and pushed it hard (again legal, if not quite kosher). No matter who wins, this year’s ballot results will always have a metaphorical asterisk attached. The winners will always be under a cloud. In fact, I will not be surprised if some of them are booed at the awards ceremony. And that leads us to the next reality: As of now, the Hugos are a war zone. Yes, the Puppies command a large following, mostly through Larry Correia’s fan base, but the Soft Kitties are not exactly unknown. Scalzi is a best-seller, and while he probably won’t sound the clarion call, his fans are capable of assembling a mob all on their own.* In fact, the whole purported purpose behind Sad Puppies was that the “insiders” controlled the Hugos, which would mean that there is already an organized cabal willing and able to put its own stamp on the awards. And now that syndicate is challenged. I foresee next year’s awards as a battle between two or more slates. Sad Puppies 4 v. Soft Kitties v. Blue Meanies? Most f/sf fans, however, will stand by and ignore/watch with horrified awe the train wreck that the Hugos will have become. Very soon, the awards will cease to have any marketing or promotional or even personal value, because it the award will no longer even pretend to honor literary excellence, but merely which side can buy the most votes by assembling the most voters. This year it was the Sad Puppies who bought the most votes. Next year it may be the Soft Kitties. The year after that–the year after that it won’t matter because fandom will be divided into armed camps that don’t speak, don’t read the same books, and refuse to attend the same conventions. Which will make the Puppies and the Kitties very sad. *To my knowledge, none of the real heavyweights in the genre have signed on to either side, because the Hugos just aren’t on their radar. If Stephen King decided to rally his fans to the cause, or George RR Martin, it wouldn’t matter what any Puppy or Kitty did.

ETA: And now Mr. Martin is weighing in, although not in the sense that I facetiously suggested.

Away from the keyboard for a few days (trying to do some real writing), and naturally, that’s when things bust wide open. Apparently, with the Hugo nomination announcements only a few days away (Saturday), word has already gotten out about who is and who is not on the ballot. Of course, this is all rumor (except one guy who announced it and then said, “Oops, I didn’t know I wasn’t supposed to,” like he really didn’t. But okay, I’m “not on that committee,” as we like to say.).

Rumor or not, it does seem to have caused the f/sf (I’m tired of fantasy being second-rate, as in “sf/f”) corner of the Internet to explode. I mean, for heaven’s sake, you’d have thought MSNBC and Fox were having a snowball fight over the 2016 election. (Which will not happen for at least another week.) This liberal thinks the Sad Puppies have stolen the nominations and that conservative agrees–yes, they agree. The common wisdom seems to think, because enough people have blabbed, that the Sad Puppies slate is going to score big this year. Where they disagree is on what this will mean. Destroy the Hugos? Reinvent the Hugos? Send the Hugos to a mountaintop monastery? Who knows…

And more to the point–who cares?

I mean, yes, I care about the Hugos. I care about getting one someday. But I don’t much care who’s voting for them. Both sides say they are trying to be inclusive and ensure the best works get nominated, so I just have to do the best work I can and hope for the best result. For the remainder…is it worth coming to blows? It’s only a trophy. Some of you have said you don’t even want one.

I’ve been in clubs and groups that had their little political infights, and I’ve come out the other side with a belated understanding of how petty and silly they were. Come on, these are the Hugos. There are more important things to get worked up about, even things that we as f/sf fans can claim some reference to, like global warming. Maybe instead of setting fire to the Internet over the stupid Hugos, we could all get together and militate for change in the real world, not our fictional ones.

And the craziest part of this all is the vitriol. The liberals are all Leninist Social Justice Warriors. The conservatives are all money-grubbing, ballot-stuffing Neanderthals. (And yes, this is all political and don’t think it isn’t, no matter how much everyone tries to pretend otherwise.) Come on, people, do you ever talk to each other? Could you talk to each other, assuming you would consent to remain in the same room? For folks who all claim to be motivating by a love of f/sf, you sure can’t seem to find a common ground.

Maybe the Sad Puppies will control the Hugo ballot. Maybe all of their choices will win. And maybe an asteroid will fall on the convention center and destroy the awards before they’re given out and no one will ever know.

Would that be such a bad thing? Would the world stop turning? Would they all stop arguing about it?

Probably not, no, and… well, what do you think?

Occasionally, a rejection will be personal. As I’ve discussed before, such an event is cause for, if not minor celebration, at least a sigh acknowledging that your story was well-received enough to make some comment upon, if not to buy. An editor reading five hundred stories a month doesn’t have time to comment on every one of them, so if he/she commented on yours, that’s progress. The reasons for such rejections are varied, but one of the most valued (and most frustrating) is, “Sorry, we recently bought a story just like yours.”

That did not happen to me.

What did happen was that I sent a story to a certain magazine known for its consistent turnaround–except in cases where the story is sent up to the editor, in which case it can take several weeks longer to get an answer. My story was sent up to the editor where it spent several weeks on his desk(top) before being sent back with no comment. Not a personal, but I knew it was in the running for publication due to the extended length of its stay at that market. I simply didn’t know why it was not purchased. Since I had tried to write that story specifically with that market in mind (a rare occurrence), I would really like to have known why it was rejected, but I was happy to know that my efforts had not gone completely awry.

Then, a few days ago, I read a story from that magazine that was very similar to my own. One of the lines in it was eerily similar to my opening in my own story. This was not a case of plagiarism (not that the similarities rose to that level anyway), but I realized this was why my story had been rejected–they really had recently bought a story about the same subject!

I don’t know if our two stories were under consideration at the same time; if they were, I’m really pleased, because the other author is far better known than I, and if I was even considered competition for that author, that’s cool. Regardless, my story was under serious consideration, and it was (probably) rejected for reasons beyond my control.

It’s not a “personal,” but I’ll count it.


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