It’s that time! Gen Con starts in just a couple of days, and the chaos swallows us all whole. If you want to say hello, talk about work, or sit in on a panel, please do! I promise I don’t bite. I might be rushed …
Author: Jaym Gates
My schedule as I know it. Things might change.
OrcaCon, Bellevue, January 11-13, (guest) OrcaCon Schedule
ALA Midwinter, Seattle, January 25-29 (with Green Ronin)
Emerald City Comic Con, Seattle, February 28-March 3 (attending professional)
Norwescon, Seattle, April 18-21 (guest)
Jordancon, Atlanta, April 26-28 (guest)
ALA Annual, DC, June 20-25 (with Green Ronin)
Cascade Writers Workshop, Seattle Area, July 19-21 (workshopper)
Gen Con, Indianapolis, July 30-August 5 (with Green Ronin)
It’s hard to believe that convention season has already started, but here we are. I’ll be at OrcaCon this weekend for a bit, moderating two panels and haunting the food trucks. Friday, January 11, 6pm: Imposter! We’ll be talking about how to deal with imposter syndrome from the standpoint …
I have been utterly remiss in updating my schedule recently, I realize. I started working a corporate contract, so between that and clients, I’ve been thoroughly distracted. I’ve also had an exciting run of bad luck – black eye from Systema, the ranch flooded, I …
“Compromise where you can. And where you can’t, don’t. Even if everyone is telling you that something wrong is something right, even if the whole world is telling you to move. It is your duty to plant yourself like a tree, look them in the eye and say, no. You move.”
This quote from Civil War has been stuck in my head recently, and I think it will soon be getting tattooed somewhere I can see it.
One of the big things that’s been going around recently is “Be kind, be the better person, be forgiving”. Well, I adore Michelle Obama and think she is one of the more amazing people alive, but this is what got us here. We’ve bottled the fear and shame and anger and put nice smiles on our faces and moderated our voices and begged for safety, equality, understanding.
Tonight we proved that doesn’t work. Even if by some miracle Clinton pulls through, we’ve proven that half the voices in the nation are screaming hatred and violence. They want to see us burn, literally, in too many cases. No matter what the outcome, the mask is off. We’re exposed, weak, and divided. We’ve lost.
Maybe that’s a good thing. We’ve been able to claim innocence. Surely people are good. Surely the nation isn’t really *that* bad. We’ll get through this. Well, actually, no. They aren’t good. We aren’t innocent. We are *that* bad, and it’s long past time we all had to look our demons in the eyes. It’s time we stopped being nice to those demons.
Violence isn’t the answer. Silence isn’t the answer. Niceness isn’t the answer. But there’s a whole lot of power in cold, rational anger, in setting your face to the wind, locking arms, and pushing forward no matter what.
Like Bruce Banner, we’ve always been angry. We’ve swallowed hurt, rage, fear, and grief. We’ve taken the leavings, and thanked people for allowing us to live. We shrug weakly and make jokes about the grinding, endless fear we live under because that’s what we’re supposed to do, because any time we talk about it, we get shouted down as whiners, PC apologists, entitled little slackers.
*We’ve always been angry.* It’s time to plant ourselves and make them listen, whether they like it or not. Black, white, Asian, Latinx, LGBTQAI, straight, Christian, pagan, male, female. It is long past time for the quiet, nice voice to roar, to command change. White feminists, white men, this is on us more than anyone, because we’ve been leaving everyone else behind for way too long. Everyone moves forward. No one is left behind.
No, world, *you* move. We’re done asking nicely. #NoYouMove
This is the reality of the psychological landscape constructed by the tales: tradition and modernity, stagnation and progress, political powerlessness and thrilling technological potential—all aspects of the same reality, a chiaroscuro of extreme contrasts in hope and terror. –Liu, Invisible Frameworks I was lucky enough …