“It’s Morning” (Guest Post by My Grandma!)

Hello good readers! This post is something special. My grandma wrote a short manuscript, created from scraps of things she jotted down over a series of years.  She didn’t think it was particularly good, and tucked it away long ago. My mom and Aunt Marsha recently convinced her otherwise, and she’s graciously allowed me to publish it here. I couldn’t be more proud to come from such a line of impressive ladies. If I do have any real writing talent, I clearly come by it honestly.

I love how this gives me a peek into what life was like for my mom’s family when she was growing up. Family history like this is so very precious to me. And even if you don’t happen to be related to me, there’s real wisdom and heart here. (Which, if you know my grandma, you know is completely appropriate.)

Now please enjoy. I know I did.


It’s Morning

by Flossie Peterson

1954

     This is a bad dream—a nightmare. “Wake-up,” I tell myself. But no. I’m trapped in a fantastic prison. Somehow I see my face contorted with panic as sadistic guards rattle the cage. “Why prolong this?” I scream. “Just take me out of here and get it over!”

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The Sad and the Dutiful?

Note: This post isn’t actually about The Bad and the Beautiful. It was going to be, but then it turned into something else entirely.

The Bad and the Beautiful

A few weeks back, for the first time in a long time, I watched a movie for no particular reason. I just sat down to watch it and enjoy. I like classic films, so I checked out The Bad and the Beautiful, starring Lana Turner and Kirk Douglas. While I like classic films, this one didn’t do much for me.

While there were many reasons this flick didn’t turn my crank, what really stuck out was how pointless it felt–not that the film was plotless, but that the act of watching itself felt pointless. Nearly every scrap of media I’ve consumed lately has been for a purpose. Whether writing or podcasting, almost everything I’ve watched, listened to, or read has had an ulterior motive stitched to the underside. I’ve filled an entire notebook in just the past few months. Continue reading

Patreon–Your Chance to Patronize Me

tl;dr: No, I am not charging for my blog nor expecting you give me money. That said, if you want to, I’m certainly not going to discourage it!

Patreon

Have you heard of Patreon*? I wouldn’t be surprised if you haven’t, but I encourage you to check it out. It’s a really neat idea—a way for content/media-lovers to become patrons of the creators who make that content/media. Creative types who do things like songwriting, blogging, podcasting, video-creation, etc. can create an easy conduit for fans** to support their work.

I discovered Patreon while researching possible revenue streams for Verity! You see, podcasting is significantly less-than-free. For now, we’d like to avoid adding commercials to the ‘cast, and we’re NOT going to charge for the podcast*** so we’ve thought about trying something like this. It’s totally optional and not in-your-face. That’s much more the kind of thing we’re going for.

So I’m my own guinea pig! I signed up to test this thing out. Kick its tires. Take it for a spin. Other car-related metaphors. Continue reading

New Purpose? Or New Chance to Fail Slackily?

Hey all! Remember that post back in…*goes to check* HOLY CRAP THAT WAS APRIL. I was thinking it was a couple of months ago, like Octoberish. Oy vey. Anyway, you still don’t know which post I’m talking about. It’s this one, in which I postulate this blog might become more like an online journal, where I’ll actually post from time to time about random observations rather than waiting for something big that I spend hours on. I really want to make that happen. I feel like my writing skillz are in danger of rusting. I cobble together a post for each week’s Verity!, but perhaps that’s not enough.

To that end, I’m going to make a real effort to slap more stuff up here more often. In fact, this morning a random observation struck me. It was something fairly brief, but interesting enough that I found myself wanting to share it. It was the perfect kind of thing to cover here.

Goddamn I wish I could remember what it was.

Anyway, now that I’ve stated my intent, perhaps the next time something interesting strikes me (and takes more than 140 characters to cover), I’ll jot the bloody thing down so I remember it when I have time to really write.

Wish me luck folks. I think I’ll need it.

This Is Not a Post About Rape

This is not a post about rape, though it was prompted by one–or two–sort of.

It’s not a post about Doctor Who or science fiction or fantasy either, sorry.  I’ll get back to my usual Who-centric musings sooner or later, I promise.  What this post is about is how adding negativity to something that’s inherently negative just gets us deeper into negativity.*  It was, in fact, prompted by a discussion of rape.

Today I read a post by Kristin McFarland that really got me thinking.  Her article was in response to a John Scalzi post that I read and RTed and shared on Facebook a couple days ago.  You should probably read both so you’ll understand what I’m talking about, though if you’re easily triggered, skip the Scalzi piece.  Really.

Go ahead, I’ll wait.

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Ok.  So McFarland’s piece really got me worked up.  It’s titled, in part, “How John Scalzi Pissed Me Off,” but it seems like maybe she’s less pissed at Scalzi himself and more pissed at the world in general for being the kind of place where white males have the podium instead of females, even when the issues discussed center around women.  As well she should be!  That’s the world we live in, and it does suck.  And hooray for everyone (McFarland and Scalzi included) who advances the discussion and does something to change it.

That said, I came away from the piece with a really negative feeling.  It seemed to imply that I suck because I enjoyed (well, that’s not the right word–appreciated is probably a better choice) and shared Scalzi’s post.  McFarland mentions a piece by Seanan McGuire that was shared around the ‘nets, but that didn’t get the high-profile views it deserves.  Well I don’t know who Seanan McGuire is.  She’s probably super-awesome.  Her piece is probably most excellent.  And I’ll almost certainly read it…someday.  Right now, my inner 9-year-old has taken over and she’s all huffy about being told I did something bad–that I’m in the wrong because I didn’t share a post by a person I’ve never heard of and because I did share one by someone I admire.  9-year-old E gets defensive easily and is currently saying “Fine!  I don’t care what you think!” and storming off to her room to read Nancy Drew.

So that brings me (finally) to my point.  When it comes to feminism and women’s issues and such, I agree we’ve got a long way to go before things are truly equal and fair.  I feel just as strongly that every single person who’s speaking out for that fairness and equality should be allowed their voice.  I don’t think any man speaking about women’s issues takes away my right (or anyone else’s) to do the same.

Should we help the less-heard women in the crowd reach a larger audience?  Absolutely!  Should that be achieved by silencing other voices who are speaking out for us?  I don’t think so.  I don’t even think that would work.  Silencing anyone scares me.  In my book it’s never okay to keep people from speaking their mind.  A world like that frightens me as much as a male-dominated one, if not more.  I feel that silencing men, especially when they’re on our side, is the wrong way to go about things–a step backward in fact.**  That’s the wrong approach.  Instead, we should work to make sure everyone is heard.

I think we all can and need to work together: girls and boys and men and women and the many good folks who eschew those labels altogether.  We’re all human beings, and we can and should all love and help each other.  Let our voices be heard.  All of them.  Let’s use the loud voices to lift up the quiet ones and use love and encouragement*** to make us all stronger.

All of us.

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*Hey!  Just like in math!

**Or perhaps just a step towards something scarier, like I said.

***With a healthy dose of discussion and amiable critique!  I laud both Kristin McFarland and John Scalzi for contributing to the cause and fighting the good fight, each in their own ways.