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Humans Who Hate Humans — a Blast From the Past Post 7/31/2012

A few of you have asked me to write about Human Wave, and I know I have to – having come up with this harebrained idea, I have to continue with it and give it some shape. Like a cat or a kid, it followed me home and now it’s my job to look after it.

Leave aside for a moment the fact that I think each of us, Human Wave writers can do more for writing and for the culture in general by writing fiction than by prattling on about what our fiction is or isn’t. Humans are curious beasties, sometimes...

The Beatings Will Continue

Yesterday I was reading an economist’s blog, when a millennial posted something that made my jaw drop.

I’ll say first that not all millennials are like this and not many (I hope) are this rock bottom stupid and twisted. I have to say that, because otherwise my sons – and Foxfier – will kill me in an unpleasant way. Also, because it’s true. Just because you were born around the same time as someone else, it doesn’t mean you’re just like them. That fallacy is one of the things making public scho...

Reflections

So my eyes on Twitter who secretly hates me and wants me to go rabid and start biting the cats or something, has been reporting on the very deep musings of one of the SFWA SJWs. Normally, you know, I read these and shrug, or rolls my eyes so much they’re in risk of falling out and becoming cat toys. But this time, this time the random musings of this special (unfortunately, Alas, not wall) flower struck me as odder than normal and as betraying strange assumptions about the world.

I’m not going...

Now is not the time to panic – Amanda Green

*This is Sarah, with a minor addendum that occurred to me while reading the post below: Amanda is substantially right. All my biologist contacts, including my son, say that not only are the chances of Ebola becoming epidemic here very low but the chances of its mortality being as high here as it is in Africa are small. This makes sense if you know the conditions in Africa. Frankly I’m more worried about its becoming epidemic and lethal in the Iberian Peninsula because of the culture and the s...

No Help For the Meek

No amount of preaching can fix this.

Yesterday, as we were driving around, (I took the laptop and wrote. Weird way to break a minor block, but it did.) Dan was telling me about this book he was reading and how the female main character of the book is always blaming herself for the bad actions of other people.

And he said “I thought that if it didn’t do anything else, feminism would make women realize they didn’t have to be doormats.”

And suddenly I had a blinding insight.

It ties in with the “Law...

The Book Plug Returns In TRIUMPH!

*For those who can’t live without my blather, try the Friday Book Plug, Come on in, the publishing is fine.

I’m talking about the ability to publish whatever you want and actually make money, and I quote Lawrence Block whose journey was startlingly similar to mine when it comes to indie. (Startling because we’re very different and also, he cam in decades before me. – SAH*

Book plugs from Free Range Oyster.

Happy Saturday! We’ve a nice selection of books for this week, both old favorites and new...

Important Announcement!

I'm "living" here now:

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posting a lot more regularly too.

To Sleep, Perchance

One of those odd nights -- does anyone else have these?  No, Sarah, just you -- where I felt I slept too deeply and woke up as though I were at the bottom of a deep dark well, holding myself so resolutely "in" that my shoulders hurt from the strain.  No idea what these nights are all about.  Not going to give my head to anyone for shrinking, but I do hate them...

So, I've told you all I'm trying to finish the book, even as I try to do laundry, all before the fateful, fast approaching date to h...

A French Polished Murder

*HOW did I forget to give you guys a taste of this? It came out in April. A French Polished Murder, by Elise Hyatt. Yeah, it's me, of course.*

A French Polished Murder

The Fast And the Electrically Furious
We were thirty years old – and, in his case, a couple of months -- when I came to the sad conclusion that I would have to murder my friend Benedict Colm.
This was as sad as it was necessary, but there was no getting from the fact as my son, Enoch – whom I called E in an attempt to save him ...

Mama said there'd be days like this

So the novel I've been working on -- The Brave and The Free seems to be the working title. No, I don't know why reversed -- and which is, metaphorically speaking, all in pieces on the garage floor, possibly mixed with a clock's innards, finally became clear last night. All of a sudden I knew which pieces went in, which pieces got chucked and which pieces were disguised as something else, and therefore will need a big reveal to make the reader understand them as well as a couple chapters of ...