our relationship in a nutshell tbh
Just add me laughing gently in the other room, and/or making concerned noises, and it’s set.
Ah, see, I’ve been referring to myself on and off as your cruelly absent stepmother, but I like radically responsible aunt much better. Though where you got this idea of responsibility from I cannot say.
Also, have you read Otherbound? Read Otherbound. I finished it this morning and had to resist the impulse to buy loads of copies just so I might scatter them about to that the unsuspecting might find them and take them home and into their lives.
..I did resist, though, so I suppose that’s an example of responsibility.
But it’s a great book!
As a very heartfelt thank you for 500 followers after almost exactly 4 years, I’m having a giveaway. Like most giveaways, there are rules:
- You must be following me to win.
- Reblog and like as many times as you like, but only the first one of each will count.
- Winners will be chosen by random number generator; numbers will be re-picked if they are duplicate reblogs, people not following me, or me being obnoxious and reblogging myself.
- You need to be willing to message me something approximating a name in which you can receive packages and a corresponding address.
- I’ll ship anywhere, because, I mean, I live in Australia. It would be silly to restrict this when I’m already giving stuff away.
- If you’re chosen, I’ll message you for your details—your ask must be open. If you don’t respond within 3 days, I’ll choose another number to take your spot.
- If you’re chosen and you’d prefer not to receive something after all, it’s cool—just reply and let me know. I’ll choose another number to take your spot.
First prize is the hand-made alethiometer, as seen above. I made it specifically for this giveaway and there will never be another identical to it. It is one of eight in the world at the moment. It’s a functional, wind-up pocket watch, too.
Second prize is a necklace made specifically for you based on your blog or a pair of cufflinks, whichever you would prefer. I hand make custom steampunk jewelry from watches I deconstruct myself and sell it at local artist markets and shops. I’d love to make something just for you.
Third prize is your choice of a copy of season one of Orphan Black, season two of Orphan Black, or the beautiful omnibus His Dark Materials. I highly reccomend acquiring these in some fashion regardless.
There will also be two runner-up prizes in the form of fic. Your fandom options are severely limited, but I’ll write most stuff within OB or HDM (and a handful of others—it’s actually in my userinfo drop-down). I’m making no promises about the quality of this prize.
This contest ends in two weeks, on
SeptemberAugust 1st, 2014. Good luck! (Edited: I understand how dates work, and the space-time continuum.)
Not sure if you remember my plea for fairytale retellings a few months back. It was for my creative writing class this past semester—we had to write paper on genre tropes and then create a short story that reflected them. I ended up being sucked into how creepy Sleeping Beauty really is, when you think about it, and wrote something that I rahter like and will probably turn into a longer piece. I was thinking about possible side-effects/the trauma of actually sleeping for 100 years, even assisted by magic. With a side of queer ladies helping each other out. politeyeti, em-cypher and startledgazette will find this very familiar, and I owe a lot if its shape and sense to their brilliance.
As it’s not going to exist anywhere in its current form, I thought I’d share the beginning with you. The usual copyright/don’t be a dick rules apply.
In the last review I wrote for Viewpoint (the upcoming issue, not yet released), I made a mild crack about how the editorial staff must think I have cast iron stomach, because there has been a bloody thread of gore running through what they send me. I’ve read books on syphilis and public miscarriages and bowel blisters and, in the last one, cannibalism. The latest book they sent me came with a note saying I’d be free of bodily fluids. I’m now about halfway through.
…it’s a crime novel. I’ve already had three murders, one of them by evisceration.
Didn’t know if you knew, but you’re both rec’d by the tamorapiercefemslash fic rec list:
Ha! This makes me smile. Though I cry, as usual, over the lack of Emelan recs. (Also, I guess Significant Celebrations is kind of dub con. I shall think about this.)
Thanks for letting me know!
(note to self: MUST finish the Daja/Sandry Duchess AU by the end of July. Must.)
Brain dissolving. Taking a quick break in order to get some semblance of calm back. So far this morning, I’ve watched the first (dis)Ability in Children’s Fiction* panel, where my appreciation of Abbye Meyer’s work grew even more, to the point where I was probably muttering gleeful things in my seat. Her piece was on Rudolf the Red Nose reindeer as a disability narrative—something I confess I’d never thought about before, that can never now unsee—and it meant I had to re-visit my inner six-year-old’s unspeakable hatred of that song.
There was also a lot of talk from other panelists about “authentic” voices in crip kidlit…with reference to books that mostly focalized through the disabled person’s siblings/friends/parents rather than the crip herself, which was troubling. Also, I think that disability lit people will soon be divided into People Who Think Wonder is Profound and Life Affirming, and: People Who Think Wonder Is Profoundly Awkward (Politically and Socially Speaking, Can We All Stop “Transcending” Please And Thanks!)
. The second panel with a rather awkward discussion on race in dystopian novels, where the general consensus was a lot of white guilt nodding and the declaration to do better without actually articulating how.
Than I finally ran into my supervisor for the first time this trip, and proceeded to only make a alight idiot of myself. We’ve never really spoken much in person and so negotiating greetings (do we hug? Are you a hugging person? Oh, wait, this is an active hug) was rather fraught. I’m also still disappointed/relieved/disappointed that we’re actually speaking at the same time-slot, so she won’t actually see this thing she’s been critiquing for months and I won’t get to actually watch her present at all. But I’ve now been given some new advice on HDR programs at Deakin, and she seems to think I’m halfway articulate and interesting, despite what comes across on this blog.
*(dis)Ability is a presentation that makes me want to punch things. I know people have very intense, personal views about person-first language. In the context of my disability/disability rights, I’m very much against it (though I understand that person with a disability can be very important phrasing for some people, and that its use is emphasized or not depending on country/language/context. I’ve just always associated it with non-disabled people trying to minimise for their own comfort more than for the agency of the person they’re describing), but the bracketing in this particular form feels particularly…coy. And full of value judgement on the right(ly capitalized) concepts of ability as a level or a thing. Does this make sense? Probably not.
forgive wonky formatting. tired and the screen reader isn’t doing what I ask without five minute pauses.
This evening’s panels were on creating diverse syllabi and building acareer in kidlit. The career building one basically reinforced that I am insane for wanting to do this, but everyone was very charming about it. I also met someone whose work I fangirled for years, but won’t out as I don’t know how public they are about fandom pasts, and suchlike. But it was awesome. And now I want to read allll the things—studies on how YA is taught in schools; loaded language; genre divisions and race; YA as a key critical site. I’m not recounting well.
The diverse syllabus set was fantastic—actually hearing Sarah Park Dahlen talk after quietly inhaling her library/social justice work for years was a bit of a fangirl moment (and she gave me presentation advice!), and Aybbe E. Meyer from the University of Connecticut spoke on the challenges on teaching disability studies to students who’ve grown up on the medical model. Also, there was fantastic stuff about teaching comics, and teaching Chicano/a kidlit, about which I know absolutely nothing, and now want to know a whole lot more.
I ended up blurting about some of the divisive staff/student politics surrounding working as a disabled person in school during the second panel, which…somehow got me invited out to dinner. I’m still reeling.