So. Still not dead.

I'm not going to whine or make excuses for the long silence because...well, I know what the issue is (D-E-P-R-E-S-S-I-O-N) and I've talked about it ad nauseum before. So instead, we're going to talk about good things. Thing the first:

No bullshit. It's done. One reason for the long silence is I held off until I had it nice and in hand before plopping another countdown on you guy's lap. It's currently on preorder on Smashwords and the preorder for Amazon (!) should go live within the next 24 hours.

The blog shall have it's matching makeover shortly.

So there is that.

Second...I'm going to be trying to revamp all my priorities over the next few days and try--TRY--to get something like a fucking life back in order. Feedback from you guys is greatly appreciated.

I won't promise any book reviews; frankly my steam for Laurel K. Hamilton wore out a long time ago. I will, however, keep things going over here for as long as I can.

I have been down, my lovelies, severely severely down. But I am not out! And I don't plan on going out for a long while yet.

Peace out! (And get ready for book buying and things because yeah)

State of the CW

Yeah. So things happened. And I did some things in response to those things that happened, and the results? Are things I'm pretty happy with. You guys are without a doubt the freaking awesomest group of people who ever awesomed. And yes, I know those aren't words. It's my blog. So there.

Which brings us to the topic(s) at hand: the next book. Specifically, Part 2 of Iron Bars, Ivory Scars.

It's still coming. I want one last edit-through and then we're setting some dates. And then there's one more third after that. And then I need to girl up and fix the very outdated Publishing schedule and try to be better about keeping my promises.

One factor--a big one--is that I allow writing too much importance in my life and I have very little balance...which means that when I fail at a goal, I don't have anything else to fall back on. When my writing is good and I fail at everything else? I'm cool. When the writing's bad? Well, you've seen how the last year's gone.

I took a couple major, major hits last year that I have not talked about at all, and it knocked a lot of the wind out of me. I didn't have the reserves I usually had for writing, and that touched off a really, really nasty tailspin that probably is not even done.

The only thing that's fit well, and I hate using it because it's intended for chronic physical illness and not "CW forgets her pills again", is Spoon Theory. I've worked far more demanding jobs than the current one, but the timing and the nature of the workload means I...get nothing done. By the time I get home I don't want to do anything except lay on the couch and fall asleep watching cheesy netflix movies. Some nights its too much trouble to even pick out a movie. I handed the article about Spoon Theory off to my mother so she could use it with her patients...and we both just kind of wound up using it ourselves. The other day she asked me why I didn't switch my bank account from a very inconvenient one to a far more friendly company here in town. What I thought about was changing cards, getting KDP/Amazon to start talking to a new bank, finding all the services I want to keep and telling them about the new debit cards and new banks, and what would I do when I forgot about something...and all I had to say was "No spoons." Making phone calls and filling out forms sometimes feels so herculean and the easiest thing is just to roll over and sleep for five more minutes. Five more. Five more.

And then it's time for work.

You guys have been amazing and supportive, and hopefully I'll pull out of this soon enough and start rewarding you for your loyalty. Have a great day, my lovelies!

AND WE HAVE BOOK COVER

It took WAY TOO FUCKING LONG (thank you depression) but THE COVER IS HERE! PART TWO'S COVER IS! FINALLY! HERE!

Izzy here is such an awesome character, and her part in this story really surprised me. So that means we are ON TRACK people.

FINALLY. ON. TRACK.

Clarifications on RH/BS

I've just had a conversation that was rather disturbing, and made it obvious I need to clarify my involvement in this entire conversation about Benjanuan Sridungkaew. Up until a few hours ago I believed that the following was understood by all parties and went without saying. At least one person believed the opposite was true.

I made my first public statement about Requires Hate/Benjanun on October 20th, 2014. Shortly after that, the first of her apologies appeared and I made a statement about that here on this blog. I had known about her outing for at least a week prior to my first public statement. At no point prior to October 20th was I contacted by ANYONE involved in this debate. I was not informed about the outing of Benjanun when it occured, nor was I contacted by anyone with requests to use my story. I learned about the outing of Benjanun through my referral links on my blog's statistics. At no point prior to October 20th did I recieve ANY requests to use my story as evidence against Benjanun.

If I had received any requests I WOULD NOT have given my consent. I had not been contacted by Benjanun since roughly May of 2013. I had absolutely no interest in attracting her attention or having anything whatsoever to do with her. I was, for all intents and purposes, DONE with Requires Only That You Hate and I wanted to forget about it. Were I convinced to participate, I would have requested that all coverage of and references to my history with Benjanun omit the fact of my rape, and that all links refer to the December conversations, and not the May 6th review. On that review I very graphically described my rape and ended by telling Benjanun to fuck off. It is a very personal document and is HIGHLY inappropriate for inclusion in a debate about anything of substance. After May 6th 2013 I received NO direct referrals from the Requires Hate blog and a quickly diminishing number of links from her twitter feed. In contrast the conversations surrounding my December 2012 posts were vitriolic, demeaning and hurtful. These are the posts and conversations that have relevance to Benjanun's behavior. My sexual history is COMPLETELY IRRELEVANT to the current conversation and should not have been brought up EVER. I did not consent to having the fact of my rape be tied to anything concerning Benjanun, or to have it be brought up in public AT ALL.

The ONLY write up, post, article or document I EVER consented to is the Mixon Report. This is also the only one I voluntarily contributed to. This includes Aja Romano's Daily Dot article, the Azarias write up, the blog pots by other prominent authors, the mentions on various gaming forums, and all posts on Fandomfail_anon and the Wank Report. Other than Laura J. Mixon, her associates, and Benjanun Sridungkaew and her associates, I have not been approached by anyone involved in this debate.

I began making public statements on October 20th because I was highly disturbed with how I was being represented. I felt that if I were going to be dragged into this debate, I might as well be an active participant, rather than a passive tool.  I did not like that a seven-year-old traumatic event that pre-dates the creation of my blog was worked into the narrative, and I did not like that this story was being used without my knowledge or consent. As it was too late to request that authors, blogs and forums stop involving me in the conversation, I spoke out on this blog and in the forums where I had a pre-existing account. I have not brought this up before now because I did not wish to discuss this any more than I already had. And again, given the option I would rather not have participated at all. 

While I did voluntarily contribute to the Mixon report, I did not fully understand its scope or its purpose at the time. Nor did I have any knowledge of who Laura J. Mixon was. I had stopped following the publishing industry shortly before I began self publishing. On October 20th, I was contacted in a semi-public message by one of her associates who asked if I were willing to share and directed me to an anonymous gmail account. I did not even see the name Mixon until after the Mixon Report was published. I understood that I was contributing to an eventual article or write up about Benjanun and do not feel particularly deceived by Mixon's use of an anonymous account to collect this information, but there was very little clarity about what contributions sent to the gmail address would be used for.  I was and still am very greatful that Mixon sought and recieved my consent, and that she handled my contribution respectfully. She is the ONLY person on that side of the debate to do so. After the Mixon Report was published, Laura J. Mixon contacted me and thanked me for my participation. I have received no other contact from Mixon or her associates.

In terms of how I personally have been treated, the contrast between these groups is enormous and disturbing. In the process of documenting Benjanun's behavior, those opposing her (with the exception of Mixon) made NO attempt to seek my consent, protect my feelings, or even warn me that this was happening. All articles that mention me, again excepting the Mixon Report, refer to me as "the rape victim" with no other clarifying details. No one has contacted me in the aftermath of any article to check on my welfare. I have been made aware of EVERY development on that side of  this debate through referral links to articles that, with very few exceptions, refer to me with objectifying and dehumanizing language. In contrast, Benjanun and her supporters have taken steps to inform me of upcoming statements, verify my consent, and confirm that something is acceptable prior to publication. My past trauma has not been mentioned by her side, something that I greatly appreciate, and on not-infrequent occasions they have even asked if I am handling the stress of these events safely. Regardless of how genuine these gestures are, they were incredibly surprising and are greatly appreciated.

I have not had any direct or indirect benefit from my involvement in this debate. This blog is not monetized, and any attempt to do so will be difficult bordering on impossible. While debate concerning Benjanun Sridungkaew has become my primary source for blog traffic, this has resulted in little, if any, new readers. My book sales had been in decline before Benjanun was outed, and there was no noticeable increase after people began linking to me. I have made no lasting contacts and while I've made a few new friends, it is the result of conversations and mutual interests that have nothing to do with this debate. I have been reminded on a daily basis of an online incident I was greatly ashamed of, and of a trauma that I have yet to even process. In short, I have been involved in a debate without consent, warning or reward and will continue to be involved whether I want it or not for the foreseeable future.

In terms of stress, the 2012/2013 encounter with Benjanun and the current coverage are, for me, identical in nature. Avoiding or "stepping back" from the current debate would require me to abandon my blog and social media for an unforeseen amount of time. It is still pervasive and I have yet to go 12 hours without receiving another visitor from a blog or article about Benjanun. Even if I elected not to talk to or about her, she would STILL be a part of my day-to-day life. I have been tied into the narrative about her without either my voluntary input or consent and it appears that this will continue to be true for the foreseeable future.

I believe the only choice I have is HOW I participate. The fact of my participation has, unfortunately, already been decided for me.

I have no bad feelings towards ANYONE involved in this. Not Benjanun, not the people who are using my story. If requested I am willing to speak out, but only with the awareness of ALL parties in this debate, and only if the welfare of everyone involved is taken into account. But I want to make it very goddamn clear that I was never offered a choice RE: my involvement, and that the only way to avoid this is to abandon my blog and my books until this conversation ends. Not only is that highly unlikely to happen any time soon, it is a step I am not willing to take.

I had the impression that being involved without my consent was par for the course and that I should expect no better. I did not believe I had any foundation to request different treatment, and I still do not know if I do. But on the off chance that someone thinks my involvement in this is something I ever wanted, the answer is a profound and resounding NO.

Stroke of Midnight--chapter 28-30

This chapter opens with Kitto.

No, no, all he does is draw a bath. And...uh...

He had begun to anticipate my needs, not as a lover or a friend but as a good servant.

Unobtrusive, quiet, just there when needed. No friend or lover had ever been unobtrusive. Messy, joyous, heartbreaking, wonderful, but never unobtrusive.

Guys, if the best compliment you can give somebody is He makes me feel like he's not even there 1. he'd better be a fucking waiter and 2. you'd better give him a tip larger than your hourly wage because being perfectly unobtrusive is humiliating as hell.

Seriously, you're making the not-a-twelve-year-old character turn into Merry's fucking Lady of the Chamber here? No. No, no sorry, this is not cool.

Merry pets Kitto.

He's only wearing a thong.

This is going downhill fast, isn't it?

Merry finally gets in the tub and wonders why Galen's blood is still clinging to her skin. Probably because you've screwed around for a couple hours since he got shot, and it's clotted and half dry. Because, you know, THAT'S WHAT BLOOD DOES. 

Merry then remembers how it felt to see Galen shot. The word Blood, incidentally, no longer looks like a word.

They discuss fairy politics with about as much pizzaz as the talking heads on Fox News. Merry attempts a half-assed commentary on racism and beauty standards that doesn't really hold water because, you know, the beauty of an octopus-legged fae being unappreciated isn't something people usually deal with. Kitto then explains that the plan for his future was for the goblins to eat him. 

Galen and Kitto snuggle.

I long and pray for brain bleach because, remember, Kitto looks twelve. 

Next chapter: Galen, Merry and Kitto have sex.

While they make out, they discuss how dangerous Merry's next set of lovers (The goblin twins, which would make an awesome band name) will be. Which I can't pay attention to because AGAIN, Kitto looks twelve. 

The ONLY good news is that LKH, via Kitto correcting Merry, acknowledges the concept of female-on-male rape as a thing that happens. I would have Tina Fey high five a million angels here but AGAIN, KITTO LOOKS TWELVE. 

Seriously. Your ability to take the moral high ground ends when you're talking about a twelve-year-old look-alike having relations with an adult look-alike. IT IS SO FUCKING AWFUL FUCKING WRONG WRONG WRONG GOD WHY IS THIS HERE.

Merry informs us all, for the ten thousandth time, that she likes oral sex. Between this, and how Nicca (our OTHER token brown person who has just been kicked out of the harem) is described as "Chocolate colored goodness" and his wings as "spun sugar fantasy" I begin to wonder just how high these oral fixations go. (Author: EAT FIRST THEN WRITE)

LKH then makes sure that we ALL know that Christianity spoiled polyamorous sex for everybody.

Yeah, but the pagans fed us to lions and used us like tiki torches. See, I can play that game too!

(Note: Christians did lots of horrible things, but "ruined poly" needs to go really on low down the list)

The Goddess makes an appearance. So now we have a five way between Merry, Galen, Nicca, Kitto and a fucking deity.

The legal definition of an orgy is five people in a closed room without shoes. I'm not sure how we'd check the Deity's footwear though, so I think they're still good. Also: apparently fertility is directly tied to how many people you are screwing.

Guys, my parents had such severe fertility issues I should not exist. Dismissing baby-making problems as "you're not fucking enough" is just...damn, I already used "Nuke the Site from Orbit," didn't I?

The rest of chapter 30 is a deity driven infomercial for poly.

The New-New Statement RE: The Friend

I spent a week working on this and 24hrs psyching myself up into posting it. I realized that my paranoia/trigger about disappointing people was the major factor preventing me from posting it. So if this hurts anybody...I'm sorry. I have to live with my conscience and my conscience has been screaming that I need to do this since about mid-December.

I don't like bullies.  

This is going to irritate some (if not all) of my regulars, and some (if not all) of the people who have reached out to me over the last few months. I'm sorry if it does. I'm saying this because I feel I need to. I've been looking at it for, like, a week, struggling with what to say. I've also been deeply afraid of what this statement will do to everyone involved. I fully expect to get hammered for saying it. 

I still think it needs to be said.  

Benjanun Sriduankaew (AKA Requires Hate, AKA the Unnamed Friend) and her supporters are providing her side of the events that began last November. Unfortunately the conflict around her happened to involve me. She and I had a conflict several years ago--ironically enough, also in November--and the fact of that conflict--not the subject, just the fact that it happened--became a part of the story against her. (If you're not familiar with this, go here and here)

I'm cool with that. Her statement...thing.

In fact, I'm a little more than cool. See, as much as I don't like bullies? I do like people.  

No. More than that. I love them. Every time I think that I understand what they are capable of, they surprise me with something wonderful. People change. People grow. People are capable of such extremes, and at our worst we are unforgivable. But at our best...oh, God, my dears, at our best we are amazing. Every one of us has the potential to be as good as we are bad. Destroying people accomplishes nothing.

                                                                                        

I've been blathering on my blog for the last few months on the concept of agape--the greek word for unconditional love that gets flung around in Christian circles like it's paint in a lidless blender. (I find it to be a very valuable word that's been cheapened by overuse, but I suspect most secular readers aren't familiar with it.)  I don't like bullies because they create divisions that don't have to be there. They destroy relationships before they start. They limit what others can do. They hurt others. They make life more difficult when we humans really don't need the extra garbage. They add conditions to something that shouldn't have them.  

But the thing is? (And here's another trite-yet-valuable saying) Hurt people hurt people. When we have pain, be it acute or chronic, we tend to lash out and get it on others. Active attempts at damaging others is rooted in something deeper, something that can't quite make it to the surface. While this does not justify the pain we cause others, it explains it. Piling more pain onto the bully just drives the hurt deeper, and escalates the bad behavior. Not only will nothing get fixed, everything will get more broken. 

November of 2012 was not a good one for me, something that would be true if Benjanun had not contacted me at all. I had several real life bullies who were much nastier than she was (Trust me, a vitriolic blogger has nothing on an actual homophobic, narcissistic racist, and I was dealing with several). The extra stress of her actions aggravated an already stressful situation. She criticized me in ways I was especially vulnerable to, and reminded me of events I was not and still am not ready to process. She created an atmosphere of paranoia and double-guessing and took away one of the few areas for stress relief I had at the time. I carried some of that resentment around because it hurt. Hurt sticks, regardless of intent.  

Last November, after a short and explosive burst of anger, I found myself able to forgive her. Even suggesting that I could bought me a certain amount of backlash. How could I do that? How could I forgive a person who has hurt me, and hurt so many other people? 

Because she's a person. With feelings. That ought to be respected even if we don't agree with them. 

That's the core issue in the original conflict between me and her. I said something she objected to. Because she disagreed with me, she attacked my words without taking my feelings or well-being into account, and that lead to damage, a few heated words on my part, and a pretty ugly episode splashed across a small corner of the internet. Eventually we left each other alone. We both moved on. 

 Nowhere in this equation does it state that anybody has the right to hurt her back because of what she's said or done.  

I've paid attention to the debate involving her, even after I decided I no longer wanted to be involved in it, and I haven't liked what I've seen. The current harassment of Benjanun Sriduankaew has nothing whatsoever to do with the conflict that I had to do with her two years ago. It can't, because that's not how these things work. Eye-for-an-eye is not a valid judgment call. If it is true for me to say that I am not responsible for her behavior two years ago, and that I did not deserve that treatment, then it’s true to say the same for her right now. And I feel that it is true. If she deserves anything, it's our respect and sympathy. 

Because she's a person.  

I did contribute to the backlash by speaking out very early on in anger and hurt. I wanted the kind of treatment I experienced to stop, and that urgency combined with the left-over emotions pushed me over the edge. It's something I regret. The one thing that is not true about our conflict and has never been true is that she's harassed me because I was raped. That's kind of the implication I see whenever I find myself linked to under the less-than-sensitive title, "The rape victim" (Note: Please stop doing that). The truth is we got into a conflict over words (I called a fictional character a "bitch") and it spiraled out of control. I just happened to be a statistic at the same time. 

The deciding factor for where I'd choose to fall in this debate was how the backlash against her made me feel sick to my stomach very, very quickly. Pain, by its very definition, is undeserved. The parallels between her treatment of me and others current treatment of her is very easy to see, and I do not want to be a part of causing anyone pain. Answering hate with hate is not the answer. It feels good, but it's a sick kind of good. It heals, but it creates an abscess in the process. Because if you can hurt your enemy, you can hurt a neutral stranger. If you can hurt a neutral stranger, then you can hurt your friends. Each time you strike out with the intent to damage, you hurt yourself as much as you do your enemy.  

The answer to bullying is not to bully the bullies. The sheer inanity of that statement should make it self explanatory. 

A lot of people will say her side doesn't matter. That she's hurt so many people, she deserves to be hurt in turn. I disagree. Not because I will necessarily agree with her side, but because the kind of resolution I'd most like to see, one in which everyone is able to come out ahead, means caring for even those we don't agree with.  

That does not mean we need to let her off the hook for her errors in judgment. We do need to take steps to protect ourselves from potentially toxic people, and she needs to do the self-work necessary to state her opinions and present herself to the world without hurting others in the process. I don’t think that process will be perfect. But there's a big difference between "protect ourselves" and "batter somebody else into the ground".  

As a Christian, for me everything always goes back to the Bible. Not because I think it's the be-all-end-all, but because it is the most effective language I know for social constructs like unconditional love and dealing with toxicity. And the thing I remember the most with situations like this is that bit in the Lord's Prayer that goes "Forgive us, as we forgive others. " There are no qualifiers. There's no "If I agree with their behavior" or "If I agree with their lifestyle" or "If their taste in media matches what I call good" or “If they adhere to all the rules of good behavior”. Even if you do not believe in the Christian God, or any higher power, we are still supposed to forgive as we hope to be forgiven. Full stop.  

                                                                     

On a personal note: I've spoken with her (long after I made the decision to forgive her) and we're relatively cool with each other. We've also agreed to respect each other's boundaries, something she has been VERY respectful of. You can make of that what you will. I cannot and will not support her in negative behaviors towards others, but I absolutely will support her in any positive changes and restructuring she chooses to do in her life. The same goes for her opponents. I will absolutely support positive changes in the community to minimize the damage of toxic behavior and attitudes, but I cannot and will not support actions against the people themselves. I hope and pray that she will make positive choices in spite of the backlash she has received, and that the genre community in general can learn how to police itself without abusing violators above and beyond what their behavior calls for. 

As I said, I've been terrified in how this statement with effect others, and what it will do to me in the future. I know it runs the risk--hopefully, the very small risk--of ending friendships. But there's nothing meritorious or especially beneficial to humans in general if the only people we treat with dignity are the ones we agree with. I have long believed that the only way to solve most of humanity's problems is to start treating people like they have inherent value because they do. Nobody's throw-away, regardless of their behavior.

 In the end, the only person I have to live with is me. And the one thing I want to be able say is that no matter who started it, the cycle of damage stops with me.  

I wish her all the best. 

Warning on Next Post

Guys, I've had a post sitting in my to-do pile that I've wanted to do for quite a while, but have been too scared to post. It won't effect blogging here or future books (I AM WORKING ON IT GODDAMN IT DEPRESSION SUCKS) but it will likely anger an awful lot of people.

In preparation, please understand that my idea of conflict resolution is to make peace and make friends whenever possible. Everybody is valuable and deserves to be treated fairly. I appreciate the support and I love all of you dearly. That said, I refuse to be anyone's tool for any purpose whatsoever.

If I disappoint anybody, I'm very sorry.