As many of you know, earlier this spring my mother was injured and had surgery to repair a broken hip. She's now in a rehab hospital for the summer, leaving me with full-time care of my niece. While it seems that being house-bound would enable more writing, it really doesn't. I've been handling her personal business, running her from hospital to doctor and then coming home and tending to KJ. Anyhow, between stress, a heat wave and just being worn to the bone, I haven't been writing much. Reading...plenty of that going on!
I've always been one to say that being a writer is a job and a discipline, that talent and inspiration are only small components of the whole. I still believe that, but when the will to create is not there, its like having a stick of dynamite in hand, without a match to light the fuse. Caregiver burn-out has a tendency to dampen all the fire that leads to my writing. A major part of the challenge is to accept that my writing is going slowly and not beat myself up with guilt over it. So where I'd usually have a summer and a winter release, I'll probably be missing one of those.Which sucks, but what do you do?
Last night I decided it was time to take things in hand and get started again, so I put in nearly 2K on a new project and started organizing my thoughts on a few other things I want to do. The first project is a new Coalition/Uncommon book...this one won't feature Helios and Griffin because I want to tie up some loose ends (Markus) before finishing out their story. While the title isn't set in stone, I'm calling it "The Pretender." After that, I'll be working on a shifter book, though I'm not sure if it'll be Arcada or Truckee Wolves.
I did recently finish the first book in a new m/m trilogy. Its called "The Tenth Muse" and is about Eros, the son of Aphrodite and Ares. His lover is Rees, who is the title character. :) This series is called "The Aphrodite Project" and follows the mishaps of young Greek gods trying to blend into the modern world. 10M is now in the hands of my agent and we'll eventually see where it lands.
So in a nutshell, that's where I am at the moment. I wish I had exciting news...like a new release or something. But for now,I'm taking care of home business and teasing my muse into action. I've got some good ideas and while there are bumps in the road ahead, everything will be fine. I've had to cancel on the UK LGBTQ gathering but I have high hopes that I'll be able to attend GRL and I've made reservations in NOLA for RT '14.
Have a great week, if you're in a heat wave zone, stay inside or find someplace cool to while away your days. Don't forget to drink plenty of water!
Happy Tails!
Belinda
Sunday, June 30, 2013
Friday, May 17, 2013
The Golden Rule
I have to admit, I’m probably a good deal older than many of
my readers. When I was growing up, there really wasn’t a lot of dialogue about
sexuality and gender. We didn’t practice much along the line of political correctness
and when I ran across people who didn’t quite fit into the mainstream, I
honestly didn’t know they weren’t in the mainstream!
When I was in grade school, my life revolved around 3
things: books, negotiating my way around school and trying not to get on the
wrong side of my father. Because of my obsession with reading, I was exposed to
some interesting stuff at an early age. From the novel Little Big Man, I first heard of
Berdache, or Two Spirits. As portrayed in the novel, this wasn’t so much an
issue of sexuality as of gender. The character was a man who took on the life
of a woman. But the concept of Two Spirits is flexible, as I grew older and began to learn about world cultures, it seemed so similar to the Greek concept of Chao and Logos, and also to Yin and Yang.
As a child, it made perfect sense to me. Especially since
one of my idols in school was an inter-sexed girl named Jody. Remember I
mentioned the lack of political correctness? Jody’s boyishness was something we
discussed among ourselves, and our teachers were fairly open about it too. (Confidentiality? What's that?)
When
Jody came back to school after summer break one year, she was more feminine,
her voice was pitched higher and her body had changed somewhat. She told us she’d
chosen to take hormones and become more of a girl.
Again, none of us really questioned it. We didn’t think
about what was under her clothing or that she actually had a choice to make.
She was just Jody, just a little prettier than she'd been.
Another person I remember from that period of time was the Hand
Bag Man. There were a lot of interesting characters around town…Garbage Bag Man,
Raincoat Man and Hand Bag Man. Mom and I used to see him walking around town.
He generally wore women’s polyester pants and a blouse, and always carried a
purse. He shopped at the thrift stores and I remember he (again…no concept of
PC language back then) wore his hair short, generally had facial hair and moved
with an air of total self-confidence. I remember asking my mother about him and
she never joked about him, though I know his cross-dressing must have shocked her. She just told me he
liked to wear women’s clothing.
She also told me he takes care of his mother and loves her
very much. I’m not sure how she knew that but I do recall seeing him pushing an
old lady in a wheel chair. Because she didn’t judge him, I didn’t either.
I know Jody and Hand Bag Man and some of the other inter-sexed
and transgender people I’ve known throughout the years have lived through
moments of hell. One friend told me that he’d faced choices that nearly drove
him to suicide. But the things that I recall about Jody are her unfailing
kindness to me…an odd, visually impaired kid two years down from her. I
remember the Hand Bag Man’s quiet dignity and gentleness with his mother. I
remember that my mother and her parents never allowed a mean word to be spoken
about these people. I'm sure other people were cruel to them. It amazes me that they were both such gentle people.
Within my hearing, there was no talk of rights or equality,
of morals or sin. Just acceptance. Because of the example of my teachers, my
classmates and my family, I grew up with some friends who remain precious in my
memories. It wasn’t until high school that I witnessed bullying and cruel behavior,
and that was generally reserved for disabled kids, and it was heinous.
It was a different generation, more conservative, but at the
same time, I think that the manners and etiquette that were drilled into my
parents’ generation created an atmosphere of acceptance in our small school
district. I know this isn’t the norm, and as sexuality and gender equality draw
even higher in our national consciousness, the lines become ever more divided. The
idea that a trans-woman would be barred from using the women’s restroom is just
so bizarre to me.
There are so many ways to teach others…by word and by
example. But I think we all need to remember a very simple concept: Treat
others as you wish to be treated. Because that’s what my mother was teaching me
way back then, whether she knew it or not.
The Golden Rule.
Do unto others as you would have others do to you.
May 17 is the International Day Against Homophobia and Transphobia. Take this opportunity to visit other bloggers participating in the blog hop. Here's the url to the homepage:
I'll be offering a choice of my backlist (one book in .PDF) to a random commenter on my blog! The blog hop runs through May 27 and my winner will be chosen at the end of the hop.
Thanks for coming by!
Belinda
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