My editing schedule is clear enough; I’m just not sticking to it. Instead of doing a read-aloud pass of Suffocation, Monday through Thursday, I’ve been doing copyedits on the series bible, a task that occurs on Fridays. Why edit it at all? The series bible will be free to all visitors of the Femitokon patreon, so edits are a requirement. If there’s misspelled words, and bad grammar there, why would readers subscribe to reading the series?
Twitter weighs me down. Again.
When I first started on twitter I had hundreds of followers–most of them were yaoi readers, people that read my comics, or industry types I considered friends. I shut that Twitter down over three years ago and began again with a new one, last year. BL readers don’t care about what I’m writing now because there’s nothing to interest them. I tell myself this, though it’s cheating those readers by assuming they have no interests outside of yaoi/BL. Shame on me.
The twitter I have now is about link-sharing writerly-things. My real job requires an on-call meeting every morning. The producer doesn’t
like trust the showrunner, and we all (the entire writing team and script team) must suffer for it. I spend these calls reading various writing articles on whatever interests me. If I like it, I share it on Twitter. People that find my shares interesting either RT, or add me to a list, or follow me. It’s cool. It’s easier than doing “my writing process 101” blog posts all the time. I follow some great online magazines on Twitter, other writers whose work interests me, and some close friends.
I know that Twitter is supposed to be about gaining a following but the thing is, I did the online brand thing when I was writing comics. Small publishers expected it (and needed it), and I hated it. I don’t like the person I am when I’m a Twitter handle or a blog-site. I think it stinks that agents and publishers look to sort of online presence as a condition to representation or publishing. I get it, though. Readers today are different. The author is as important as the what they’re writing.
I’d love to live in a world where my work speaks for itself, where my fiction is my brand–but if I’ve nothing out there, so who am I do desire anything?
Interesting thread overall. The pushback is ridiculous. I’m not shallow for wanting a token of engagement that’s worth something. I despise solitaire diamonds and the notion that anyone should spend two months salary on a ring—but—there better be some thought behind that ring. Newsflash: contemplating effect with a quality piece will (should) cost you some dinero.
It won’t turn my finger green, it was designed by my husband with the jeweler, and it completely fits my personality and style
— Mikki Kendall (@Karnythia) December 27, 2016
If I’m with someone that spends $600 on a leather jacket but thinks it’s cool to propose with a low-cost ring from Kmart, we’re not going to be together long. It’s cool to buy me that Kmart ring. If I see it and say I like that. Sure, buy it, for my birthday or something. If you’re asking me to enter into a financial, and habitational contract that binds me to you, you better spend some time and money. It’s the thought that counts: the actual thought you put into purchasing a ring. That’s why Ms. Kendall’s tweet resonates with me. My spouse went to the jeweler and explained to him that I was fervently Polish, and announced (often) that I was a Queen.
The jeweler designed white gold red ruby and diamond cluster setting based on the crown-jewels of Poland. It was the trickiest shit I ever got, and I wished I had thought of it! My shit phone does it no justice, but I love that ring, as much as I love the man that gave it to me.