Hugos!

August 23, 2015

Last night, the Hugo Awards were presented. Unfortunately, not only could I not attend, I wasn’t nominated (seriously, people?!).

However, there were a lot of people/publications/etc. nominated that were there more or less because some people are very, very petty. These groups, the Sad Puppies/Rabid Puppies, are bigoted and hate liberalism, and feel the need to bring things back to white males, because reasons.

Guess what?

None of their nominees won!

As a perennial loser, I understand the frustration and emotional impact that losing can have on a person, so I feel for them, truly. However, the nominees who were there more or less for no reason other than to prove a point would have been hollow victories. The “true” nominees, based on the merit of their work, not the color of their skin/country of origin/merchandise between their legs, mostly all won.

Some of the winners were “No Award” which is an even bigger slap in the face to the losers, it seems.

Point I’m making? Thank you, people, for voting intelligently. Thank you for thinking about things, and not just proving a petty point that no one really cares about (except those hoping to make it).

Will this bury me? When editors receive a submission from me and go check on my social media to decide whether or not they’ll publish my work, will they see this and get pissed? I don’t care–I want people to judge writing/entertainment on its merit, not the overlay of color that seems so important these days.

And to some publications that didn’t want to be on the slates in the first place? Good job.

(Oh, and in completely unrelated news, I edited a story last night, and I’m very happy with it. Hopefully it’ll be coming soon!)

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The Hugo Awards are coming. Very soon, Worldcon will be held, and the most important awards in science fiction and fantasy will be handed out to those most worthy.

I, of course, will not be present.

As you can all guess, I’m not a writer of much importance. Not yet, at least. I have many, many hopes that someday (hopefully soon!) I will be published in big name magazines, with big paychecks, and followers who found out about me through the paper channels I so desperately desire. Alas, now is not that time.

I’m frustrated because the day before Christmas last year (literally 7 months ago!), I had a story accepted. Black Denim Lit told me I would be published within a few months. At first, it was to be June. Ultimately, they declared it would be the end of July. They have a week to show any proof of this publication (and promised payment).

That isn’t a huge deal, though. I have no doubt that things will be worked out in the end, and I’m not upset with them. Hey, shit happens, after all. No, it’s the time that I’m mad about.

Seven months have passed since I’ve had a story accepted for publication. Have all my other stories been that bad? Is it the plot itself? The writing? The characters? The fact that Myke Edwards is not a marketable name, and you don’t want to risk an upcoming author when your regular readers typically buy your publications due to the recognizable names attached to the front cover?

Whatever the case, I’m getting upset. At myself, at the editors, at the industry…it just feels so moot anymore. Does anyone care about short stories? Do they care about writers and the sacrifices they make for the love of their craft?

I care. And I care for each and every one of those Hugo nominees, even the ones that don’t deserve it (I’m looking at you, Sick Puppies). I care because you put in the time, the effort, the drive, the blood sweat toil tears and every other thing you do.

I care because I’m one of you. I know that I’m no one, but that doesn’t matter. We are Legion, we are many.

Hopefully soon, I’ll be one of the Hugo Nominee (or even winner!) legion. Hopefully.

The Reason?

May 7, 2015

I don’t know if this will actually “get through” to people, because chances are, people aren’t going to be reading this in a year or two. But still, I want to put this up for posterity.

Lately, I’ve been having no luck getting stories accepted for publication. Editors are either giving me the typical form rejection emails (thank you, by the way!), or comments on what they didn’t like about my stories. I hate that, because they usually either contradict themselves (very funny! our readers would love this! Um, then why didn’t you accept it?), or they put some random statement that tells me they didn’t actually read the story.

Anyway, I just realized today, the closer we come to the annual awards being presented, the more difficult it is to get an acceptance. Especially this year, 2015. Why?

The Sad Puppies. I’m not going into a big thing about this, and Puppygate as they call it, but it’s fucked with everything. Everything in the sci-fi/fantasy/speculative writing community has been thrown for a loop because a group of people bumrushed the gates and made their demands known. Some publishers and editors are so mad at this that they’ve withdrawn their nominations simply out of protest.

I applaud them for doing that. But I just wish that this wasn’t so frustrating for them. Why? Because then they could actually give themselves twenty minutes to sit down and seriously read submissions they are receiving. This includes mine!

Please, editors, first readers, publishers, whoever…if you are reading this, ignore the drama. Focus on what’s truly important: entertainment.

I know, I know…not all of my stories are awesome. And not every publication is going to want it. But it seems to me that a lot of them are passing up some great writing (including other authors I know, not just me) because, well, their mind is somewhere else.

Hey, no offense. Am I wrong? Sure, probably. But let’s face it, all I see is constant talk about this Puppygate BS and as an author, I’d prefer to see constant talk about new, exciting authors. As a reader, I’d prefer to see constant talk about new, exciting authors.

Let’s put this behind us. Move on. Publish new writing. Fuck the awards.

UPDATE: I will say, thanks for the support and advice, people of internetland. Someone reposted this on their blog and commented that I should self-publish. While I am looking into that for book-length writings, like, well…books that I write, short stories are another beast altogether. It is definitely something to look into, and if this hibbity-jibbity crap with the awards ruckus gets too out of hand, I have a feeling a lot more authors than just myself will look into that.

Awards

April 18, 2015

I am not going to get into a huge thing about George RR Martin. I love his writings, and I love what he’s done not only for sci-fi/fantasy and writers in general, but the cool things he does outside of writing as well. I used to read his “Not a Blog” all the time (meaning, whenever he posted an update). As of late, I’ve been busy and keep forgetting to check blogs I follow, but today I jumped over there for a minute.

And…wow. I saw endless rants about something called Puppygate. Stuff surrounding the Hugo awards, things about people doing this or that, and not wanting to accept what is going on around them…I don’t know, there was a lot there.

Well, anyway, all I can say is, I’m kind of relieved that I’m not super popular yet. Because I’d surely have at least one story nominated for the Hugos, and then all of this garbage would have gotten in the way.

Let’s let that all blow over before I get involved in those things. Which I surely will some day.

(No, that’s not an inflated ego. It’s confidence, dammit!)

Oh, and I need to add, I’ve been working on this great story that basically waves a giant middle finger to all of the know-it-all assholes I’ve dealt with. That’s what writing is for, isn’t it? It’s science fiction, involves a smart-mouthed girl, and neato raygun that may or may not go “Pew! Pew! Pew!”