Feck 2019, as in – to refuse it. To deny the power it holds over us already.
New Year is a weird time for all of us mired in the Gregorian Calendar. It’s the ultimate Alpha-point; it is everything new and promised and time-starting-again. In its most hopeful aspect the New Year promises everything; a magical window of opportunity through which all things will become possible. This is the year that you finally get solvent, or take up yoga, or become the best version of yourself…
///feck you, 2019 – where were you for me last year, the year before that-?///
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A bittersweet day today as Elise, Beth, and Catherine, and all the lovely peeps at Shimmer magazine have announced the final-evuh Shimmer collection of stories, read more about it here.
Super proud to have any small part in this – not in the least because I’m sharing pages with the likes of Octavia Cade, Mary Robinette Kowal, Sam Rebelein and a hot mess of people so talented, that I feel like the nerdy kid at the back of the room, hanging around the punch…
Madu is a satchel who is in love with Eliza, who is a woman and who is also a princess. Sometimes Madu thinks of herself as a girl, and sometimes she thinks of himself as a boy, and at other times all she thinks is that she is just another thing that Eliza carries around with her. That’s okay because sometimes Eliza thinks of herself as a warrior princess who sometimes thinks she is a girl, and sometimes Eliza thinks she is neither of these things but a piece of flotsam on a swollen river, or a movable bank account beholden either to her parents or her job or the State.
I know it is confusing, but real life is seldom ever as simple as it is in fairy tales.
Many thanks to the Shimmery people for labours both past and present, and I’m looking forward to seeing what you all get up to in 2019!
…only probably with more swearing and more caffeine.
The comics, tv, novel, and essay writer Warren Ellis makes a regular appearance in these blog pages, I guess. Along with China Mieville, Robert Macfarlane, Laurie Penny, Rebecca Solnit, Catherynne M. Valente and others, he’s one of a sort of constant circle of ‘omigod, how did they do that’ writers that I think with. It’s good to find other people playing in the same sandpit as you are – and it’s good, I think, to have living people you can admire. Shows that it can be done, scrobbling this creative life together out of wordscraps and notebooks and long-distance, glitchy Skype calls.
In particular, I’m thinking about his recent experiments with status updates – a daily ‘I AINT’NT DEAD YET!’ which could be pictures or updates or what have you. Short, tiny snapshots of a daily instance. If I were to get my act together to do something similar, these are the reasons wherefore:
- It’s minimal. Almost like a fake ghost-life. Not the full build out of a virtual life that you have in say, Facebook, but a shadow of the real that recognizes that it is a shadow, if that makes any sense to anyone but me.
- It’s like a tiny message in the bottle, every day.
- It’ll keep my singular, regular, and darling Googlecrawlerbot happy.
- I’d get to be arty. I always used to like the more personal status-y things you got in social media – far more so than the actual writing of the damn diary entries. Y’know the sort of thing: song-of-the-day, current-mood, currently-reading, status, etcetera. Ghosty throwaway stuff maybe, but makes the net seem a little less lonely.
- Brain attention capacity at 10% only.
So, while I think about it for a bit – here’s a snapshot of the sort of things I could say: