Do not get lost in a sea of despair. Be hopeful, be optimistic. Our struggle is not the struggle of a day, a week, a month or a year, it is the struggle of a lifetime. Never, ever be afraid to make some noise and get in good trouble, necessary trouble. We will find a way to make a way out of no way.”–John Lewis, 1940-2016
From the moment I saw a poster of a Black Dwarf lady for the new Amazon Prime series Rings of Power, I made the prediction that come late summer and into the early Fall, I’d be living off fanboy tears and lembas bread. Turns out, ain’t enough lembas bread at Costco to go with the fountain of white tears shed over Black dwarves, hobbits, mermaids and other fictional characters. It’s been a flood. And frankly, for some of you, I’m just plain embarrassed.
Hi everyone. Been a long time since I blogged. But, I think I may be ready to return. Perhaps for real this time. A lot has happened since I last posted in February. I finished and submitted the first book in my upcoming MG series which was announced back last April. My novel A Master of Djinn was nominated for several awards, and won both a Nebula, Locus, and Ignyte award. My short story “If the Martians Have Magic” published in Uncanny Magazine, has also been nominated and won an Ignyte award. I attended a few cons, including one where I got to be a guest of honor for winning the Compton Crook. Lots has happened in genre too. We got tons of new fantasy and sci-fi books, movies and shows–a golden era of geekdom. And we got some folks losing their natural minds and acting a damn fool over Black Hobbits or Black Mermaids. (Go outside and touch grass nerds.) What a time to be alive. I have missed however being on this blog, talking about writing, my favorite TV series, issues of diversity, politics and more in SFF.
So I’m gonna try to be here more. To talk bout stuff. We’ll see how long it lasts.
It’s that time of year again, Black History Month. And look out white folks, cuz critical race theory is gonna eat your babies!
Every February in the United States, the country sets aside 28 (or 29 in a leap year) days to celebrate, discuss and engage Black History. Innocuous enough. And yet Feb. 1st seems to signal the beginning of a 28-day long ritual of whining. How come they get their own month? What about White History Month? It’s a cornucopia of misconceptions and endless micro-aggressive racial faux-pas.
The Wheel of Time turns, and Ages come and pass, leaving memories that become legend. Legend fades to myth, and even myth is long forgotten when the Age that gave it birth comes again… It’s the season finale. And we’re all in Randland now.