Monthly Archives: April 2026

That was not how I wanted to spend last Saturday!

It looked like a great day. TYG was going to be out for most of it so I figured on kicking back, snuggling the dogs and watching movies. Instead, the Internet went out a little before noon. I spent about five hours trying and failing to restore it. First turning it off, turning it on. Then going back to factory settings. Then going to the help desk. More unplugging and rebooting and unplugging and deleting the Google Home app, then restoring it to my phone, then deleting the routers from the app … finally it appeared it was an outage after all. Except fixing the area outage didn’t fix things.

Finally they sent out a tech the next day. Turns out the router had died. Everything’s working now but dang, that was not a fun period.

In more cheerful news, TYG cut the first rose of the year off our rose bush — we haven’t been good about trimming it so the bud was unbalancing it — and brought it inside. Fragrance is beautiful. Even Plush Dudley thinks so.

The rose has blossomed beautifully.

Writing? Not much to say. Most of this week was spent on taxes. I thought for a while I’d have to apply for the six-month extension (it’s an automatic Yes if you ask) but we’d have had to figure out enough of the tax bill we could send in a check for what we owe — so what’s the point? I went ahead, crunched the numbers and it looks like the hit won’t be terrible. I’ve been wrong before but I think I caught all the errors. And some of them were actually in the government’s favor, like forgetting to deduct the money I pay for this website.

I got several thousand more words of Savage Adventures proofed and did a rewrite of a couple of older stories I never finished. “Honey For the Grave” is one of the shortest things I’ve ever written, coming in under 3,000 words. After some tweaking it looked surprisingly good. If I had a market for it (I spent some time looking) I’d submit it. Instead, I’ll probably read it to the writing group soon. “Die and Let Live” (still working on the title) isn’t anywhere near finishing but I have the plot, the premise and the ending payoff clear. Now I have to find a way to tell the story without being so damn expository.

Plushie is in good shape, full of energy and no digestive issues. He’s more likely to snuggle in my lap than sleep on the floor, which reflects TYG trimming off all his mats (and perhaps his tummy not hurting). This gets uncomfortable after a while — I wind up sitting in an awkward position — but I won’t push him out. He’s sixteen in November, which is old for a shih tsu mix, and I want to give him the best dog life possible until then.

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I’m not seeing the crayon/wine connection here

A couple of wine labels.

Okay, maybe they’re not crayons, just random streaks of color. Either way, nothing about it makes me think mmmm, good wine! Then again, it was eyecatching enough to photograph.

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When you choose the lesser evil, you’re still choosing evil

As I wrote last week, one of the excuses the religious right offers for supporting the Toddler of the United States is that sure, he may not be a perfect person, but he’s doing god’s work. Israel’s King David was flawed but he served God; the Toddler is no different.

The trouble is, like the title of the post says, when you choose the lesser evil, you’re still choosing evil. And Christians are not supposed to choose evil.

Let me pause and say I don’t think they consider the Toddler all that flawed. When King David sent Uriah out to die in battle so he could marry Bathsheba, the prophets of Israel called him out. With the religious right, the response would more likely be “yes, the Toddler did a terrible thing but we are all sinners. He’s totally repented. And he’s still doing God’s work.” As long as he supports the classic American hierarchy — being white, male, Christian (and non-LGBTQ) or rich puts you above anyone who isn’t — murders in Minneapolis, his ties to Jeffrey Epstein, his corruption — are trivial offenses. They don’t care.

This is not some unique problem to the religious right; once you start choosing the lesser evil, it’s awfully easy to choose more and more evil. Consider American foreign policy. We overthrew multiple governments in the cold war we consider too socialist/communist/left-wing and supported many dictators —sure, Saddam Hussein or the Shah of Iran or Ferdinand Marcos (dictator in the Philippines) might be a son of a bitch but they were our son of a bitch! Once we made that decision we never objected to anything they did: murdering nuns and priests for teaching peasants to read (El Salvador), genocide (Guatemala), torture and rape of an American (Guatemala again), using poison gas on the Kurds (Iraq), murder of dissidents even in the United States (Chile).

They were supposed to be “our son of a bitch” but in practice we were theirs. Our government was apparently terrified that if we crossed them, they’d switch sides and ally with the USSR; somehow telling them “We put you in power, we can take you out” never came up (I suspect most likely our government didn’t give a crap). We compromised with evil and then we never stopped. And then many pundits and diplomats whined if we were called on it — dammit, how naive are you? We have to look out for our interests, just like any other country and that sometimes means allying with bad governments!

The flaws in this argument were 1)Looking out for number one is never a justification for screwing other people over. Finding the dividing line is a moral challenge and it’s often tougher than it looks, and 2)a lot of people can simultaneously argue the US is entitled to play hardball politics and still be treated as some kind of shining city on the hill, morally better than other countries (American exceptionalism becomes an excuse rather than a goal). Similarly some members of the religious right think they should be able to support the worst of the Toddler’s policies and still be immune to criticism — we should look up to them as our moral superiors, even if they aren’t.

This is not a unique issue to them. Lots of candidates I voted for have done morally objectionable things. While I largely dismissed criticism of Bill Clinton’s sex life in the 1990s — in the fire-hose of right-wing bullshit, it seemed like more bullshit — at a minimum he sexually harassed some of the people under him as governor of Arkansas (I also don’t buy his recent claim he was completely unaware of the stories about Jeffrey Epstein when they knew each other, but Epstein wasn’t on anyone’s radar during Clinton’s presidency. His administration did nothing about the Diana Ortiz case in Guatemala that I mentioned above. Obama didn’t prosecute anyone for the torture scandals under W, and the drone war in his presidency killed a lot of innocent people in the Middle East.

As a member of Amnesty International I did write to both Clinton and Obama where I felt human rights were being violated. That’s a minimum baseline for taking action and did not, I should note, produce a change in either case; if there was more I should have done, I didn’t do it. If the religious right objected to the Toddler’s actions, they could speak up similarly. However, his alliance with them hinges on them kissing his ass and assuring him God loves him; if they have any objections (I doubt they do), they won’t air them.

Keeping silent is a form of hypocrisy. I know people who swore they couldn’t tolerate Bill Clinton’s adultery who pulled the lever for the Toddler quite happily. One of them informed me in 2024 that they could never vote for Kamala Harris because she’s sexually immoral. No, if you vote for the Toddler, the candidate’s sex life is not a dealbreaker (though to be fair, it can be one factor among many). Hypocrisy is not a good path for anyone to go down, particularly not Christian leaders who are supposed to aspire to a higher standard. Unfortunately, as Fred Clark said at Slacktivist (I don’t have the link handy), when asked “what does it profit you to gain the world if you lose your soul?”, many of them would conclude “I gain the world! That’s my profit … I’m sorry, what’s your point?”

As a blogger at Obsidian Wings put it some years ago, it’s easy to conclude the world is rotten, the system is rotten, and the lesser evil is the best we can hope for — or we can hold out and call on politicians and leaders to live up to the standards they set. And sometimes, when we do that, it works. Even if it doesn’t, it’s still worth trying

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A character arc has to bend towards something, right?

I’m now more than 30,000 words into the second draft of Let No Man Put Asunder. I think I’ve encountered the first problem I’m having to think hard about.

As I’ve written several times over the years, the start of a story determines where it ends. Bleeding Blue, which came out last year, starts with Janet beginning her three days service as a police shield; it ends when her service ends and she returns to normal life. Questionable Minds starts with Simon Taggart dealing with a traumatic flashback; it ends with him making peace with at least some of his trauma.

Let No Man Put Asunder starts with Paul and Mandy both unhappy. Paul’s academic career has crashed and he’s now working as a busboy at a greasy spoon and spending whatever he can spare to buy time with sex workers. Mandy’s family are finally out of the house, she’s ready to start living life for herself … and yet she’s suffering a failure to launch. Then they meet, find they’re somehow telepathically linked, people start trying to kidnap them … but I think the ending sets up that the resolution should be about moving into a better place in life, or failing to.

Paul’s arc is shaping up nicely; from his perspective this is a “new adult” book where he grows up and starts to live his life. Mandy’s is trickier. She’s older, a lot more mature, and the life she has at the start isn’t bad; Paul needs a complete reboot, Mandy just needs some upgrading.

The obvious HEA would be some romance in her life, which she’s certainly open to. However that feels way too trite for a female lead and I don’t have anyone in mind (Paul is more in the little brother category). I’m not sure yet what the alternative is.

Because of that, the current section of the book feels a little unbalanced. Paul’s getting to grow and change, Mandy doesn’t have as much to do emotionally. Part of what I did last week was to go back and rewrite the scene before they storm the vampire fortress that materialized on the motel where they were staying (things are getting weird. They’ll get weirder). Dive into Mandy’s feelings, her fear they’re on a suicide mission, the reasons she does it anyway, the realization that frustrating as her life is, she’d like to hang on to it.

I think it helped with the balance between them a lot. That still doesn’t show me where her character arc is heading but it’s a start.

Cover by Samantha Collins, all rights to image are mine.

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Iran: this is why character matters

Back during the W administration, a blogger (I forget whom) had a post up about the importance of character in our leaders. Not so much being a good or moral person, though that’s part of it, but that no matter how good someone’s policies are, they’ll inevitably faces challenges that aren’t matters of policy. How will they react?

FDR faced Pearl harbor. JFK had the Cuban Missile Crisis. Jimmy Carter had the Iranian embassy hostage-taking. W had 9/11. Kennedy handled his crisis well. FDR handled the military side well, but also greenlit sending Japanese Americans to concentration camps. W’s response to an attack by terrorists was to seize what looked like a golden opportunity and invade Iraq.

Dealing with self-inflicted wounds is another area. Clinton’s adultery, Reagan selling weapons to Iran, LBJ using a supposed Vietnamese attack as justification for sending in ground troops to Vietnam. Which brings us to our current situation vis a vis Iran.

Iran is entirely a self-inflicted wound. The Toddler in Chief made one of America’s stupidest foreign policy decisions because he thought crushing Iran would prove what a badass he was and couldn’t imagine any other outcome. And because it’s in Netanhay’s interest we attack (Netanhayu has been pushing for us to do it for years) and also Saudi Arabia. Because he’s a stupid man who assumes he can dominate every situation, we’re now in way over his head. The world’s most powerful military is losing to a much less powerful nation.

As I wrote in an earlier post, the Toddler can’t accept losing; when thwarted, he immediately tries throwing his wait around in a different stupid manner (no matter how much Karoline “Axis Sally Leavitt” lies about how well-read he is). So having previously insisted the Strait of Hormuz is unimportant and Europe should liberate it, the Toddler is now threatening to blow Iran to kingdom come if they don’t open it.

As Paul Krugman says, this is very bad — targeting civilian infrastructure is a war crime. Particularly when it’s a war we didn’t have to fight, one that’s more about the Toddler’s ego than our own country’s needs.

Then we have the utterly incompetent Secretary of War Pete Hegseth who pointedly held a Good Friday service at the Pentagon Chapel … Protestants only. As I’ve said before, this is why we have a First Amendment — because bigots will interpret “Christian nation” as meaning their brand of Christianity and no other. He’s also a misogynist and racist who we recently learned actively opposed promotion of qualified POC and women to higher rank. And wants personal loyalty from the officer corps.

Stay tuned for more bad news. I’m sure it’s on the way.

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Yep, it’s another Tuesday cover post

Another one where I don’t think either cover works.

This Stan Zuckerberg cover, for instance — I like the use of the reflecting mirror but the cop’s expression looks too dyspeptic at the sight of the woman.

Despite the swastikas, Julian Paul’s cover here looks more like shenanigans around a swimming pool than anything else.

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No wonder women choose the bear

In a recent post on Matriarchal Blessing, Celeste Davis quotes from a French Q&A about the Dominique Pelicot case:

He said: « So, let me get this right. In the fairly small town of Mazan, Dominique Pélicot easily found 90+ men willing to rape his wife while she was drugged and unconscious. Hundreds more saw the messages on the forum and not one decided to tell the police about it. »

At that point, a lot of us were kind of bracing for either a dismissal of the facts, or some convoluted explanation for how those men were unique. But no. He continued:

« So, does that mean that in every town, every village in our country, there are just as many men willing to rape an unconscious woman? »

Lorraine de Foucher replied, « Yes. »

« But then that means that there are thousands, tens of thousands, maybe hundreds of thousands! » (You could hear at that point the wheels turning in his head).

« Yes », she nodded again.

« But… that’s abominable! It’s a catastrophe! It’s a national emergency! »

« …… Yes. It is. »

I would be delighted to say that’s a big pile of bollocks. It isn’t. Consider, as exhibit A, this CNN story about an online network of men who bond over drugging and raping their spouses. Absolutely horrifying — be wary if you have related triggers — not only in the act itself but in the way the men on the various sites reinforce each other’s behavior, advise on the choice of drugs, etc.

It’s another example of my point that 10 percent of men (or any group) are actively good, 10 percent evil and 80 percent can go either way (the percentages are guesstimates). Dominique Pelicot’s community might not have been rapists in the ordinary course of events; given an invite, they swung to evil. And even those men who didn’t act kept mum about it. Similarly, these online forums may push some men who might not have turned rapist otherwise — though that emphatically is not an excuse. If all it takes to get someone to rape their partners is a chat online and a desire to impress your new buddies …

Exhibit B, Rick Pidcock’s discussion of how photos of Epstein’s parties don’t include any adult women: “as soon as there was a table, food, hors d’oeuvres, a main course, some red wine on a table, the women disappeared.” Why? Publisher Anand Giridharadas at the same linke: ‘These are men who basically want a frictionless experience of the world. And they associate many different types of things with friction. Like a 40-year-old woman opposite you at dinner is the nightmare of these men because a 40-year-old woman with opinions, whose passport you don’t have in a locker, an actual grown woman with thoughts and opinions who can leave and come and go as she pleases and is free and is mature and has strength, these men were so terrified. They clearly organized themselves logistically to never be in the presence of such women. You do not see 43-year-old women in the Epstein Files.”

Giridharadas goes on to say it’s about creating a “power distance” between men and women: “For some very small number of men, that means pedophilia,” he said. “For a larger number of men, it means … only being comfortable at the table when it’s like a guy’s thing, that the women are kind of accessories, women are for fun time, women are for the pool, but not the dinner table because the dinner table is for conversation and conversation is two-way. And these guys don’t want to hear anything women have to say.” Or as he puts it on his substack, “Conversation has the problem of being two-way. Women and girls in this world were for receiving — for doing things to, not with.” (Celeste Davis sees this primarily as a matter of men being trained to shun anything feminine, including women).

The substack piece goes on to draw a line between Epstein’s circle and the power of money to eliminate friction in people’s lives. These men have the money and connections to get what they want without having to wait or go through the processes most of us do; indeed, being forced to play by the rules infuriates them. “I don’t believe it’s an accident that this promise of seamlessness, of a touch-point-free existence, of the removal of anything indifferent to one’s wishes, of the outer world rendered as an extension of the self — it simply cannot be an accident that sometimes, for perhaps a small subset of these men, this expectation goes beyond skipping the line at Newark, and beyond even having the 25-year-old girlfriend who is simply grateful to be kept around.”

Pidcock sees a similar connection with complementarian ministries: women are restricted to carefully limited roles and when the men on the ministry board sit around talking Serious Business, there are no women in the room. And women whose writing is platformed on complementarian websites “tend to focus on topics such as women’s roles in the home and in the church, homeschooling, body image, processing emotions, abortion, parenting and other concerns young complementarian wives and mothers might be interested in. It’s not nearly as common to find a woman focusing on atonement theology, the Trinity or many of the theology-rich themes the men write about.”

I also see a resemblance to something Kristin Kobes duMez wrote about (and I’ve linked to before), the nostalgia for traditional community that ignores many of those communities kept women behind the scenes in support roles.

Then there’s Lili Loofbourow’s piece on aging, petulant men from the Toddler’s first presidential term. Much like Giridharadas’ billionaires, “the only thing the Old Boy hates more than being told no is being questioned. He is both fussy and smug—think of Paul Manafort seething, arms crossed, as he stared at underling Rick Gates in court, or Sen. Lindsey Graham theatrically yelling “This is hell” about a hearing process his own party devised. The Old Boy is so essentially dishonest that his lies seem almost innocent. An Old Boy lies fluently and to your face, and he will explode in rage if you point this out to him not because you’re wrong (this is key) but because you don’t matter and neither does the truth; an Old Boy gets to say and do what he likes.” And what drives them to cross lines —sexual assault, corruption, Alex Acosta giving Epstein a sweetheart deal — isn’t just the money or sex but “the thrill of feeding appetites that can’t actually be satisfied, of gloating, of winning the game.” And the thrill fades, so on to the next transgression.

Patriarchy, wealth, entitlement, the desire never to be denied anything, including women’s bodies. It’s a vile mess.

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Two books that did not suit my needs at this present time

“Does not suit our needs at this present time” is the standard rejection phrase when markets don’t want to offer specific criticisms. Or when they don’t have a specific criticism. Frustrating though it is, there are occasions I have the same reaction to books I’ve read.

Illustrations are random shots of neighborhood plants.

THE DALLERGUT DREAM DEPARTMENT STORE by Korean author Miye Lee is a low-key fantasy about Penny, a woman who lands a job in the eponymous dream-selling business. She gets to know the other staffers, the dream creators, the market for dreams (I do like that people can come in buy dreams for pets, like giving an old sick dog a dream of their youth) … but that made too slight a tale to engage me. As it became a million-copy best seller in South Korea, I’m curious if it’s just me or there’s some essential Korean themes here I don’t pick up.

ROYAL GAMBIT by Daniel O’Malley is the fourth in a series set in a world where super-powered mutants have been cropping up in England for centuries (other nations too), though the root cause is supernatural rather than genetic. The Chequy is the British government agency that recruits/drafts the mutants as special agents to fight the renegade supernaturals and keep the true nature of reality hidden from the public.

This book opens with the death of the Prince of Wales by supernatural means (a stone pyramid materialized in his skull, reminding me of Doctor Satan). Was it an accidental manifestation of someone’s power? An assassination? Are more royals on the list? That’s a golden opportunity for Alix, whose power breaks bones with her touch; an aristocratic young woman, she moves in the right circles to become one of the new Princess of Wales’ ladies in waiting, putting her in a position to watch over the family and keep an eye out for the killer.

While I like O’Malley’s taste for giving the supernaturals bizarre abilities, this never caught fire for me; I finished, but only by skimming a lot of it. I’m not sure if it’s that urban fantasy isn’t my go-to genre, that this kind of authoritarian governmental body has been old hat since the X-Files or that the book focuses more on intrigues within the Chequy and the details of life in the royal world than the plot.

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Macbeth vs. Princess Ida in a clash of theatrical titans!

One of my Christmas presents from TYG was tickets to the local Playmakers’ production of Macbeth last month (she was right to buy in advance — they were packed). The story of an ambitious Scottish nobleman who learns from three witches that he could become king was superbly done: well-acted, great looking —

— and well-executed character arcs. Macbeth is initially traumatized by the outrages he’s committed, then rapidly becomes comfortable rationalizing his actions, even down to murdering his best friend Banquo; Lady Macbeth, meanwhile, suffers the reverse arc (her initial enthusiasm for regicide comes off rather two dimensional but she improved as she went along). Possibly the best production by the group that we’ve seen. “Bring forth men-children only, for thy undaunted mettle should compose nothing but males.”

PRINCESS IDA was the Durham Savoyards’ production for this year (this time TYG took me as my birthday gift), the story of how Ida, rather than honor her infant marriage pledge to Prince Hilarion (“I was twice her age — she was one, I was two.”), retreats from the world to found a school for women’s education. Hilarion, determined to win his bridge, sneaks in with his friends, disguised as women … but hilarity does not ensue, at least for me. This was based on an earlier play of Gilbert’s that was based on a Tennyson poem and therefore never gets into whimsical, absurd situations of the duo’s best work (though of course the Victorian audience may have found women’s education absurd enough). That said, the performers are good, the set is great and Sullivan’s music is exceptional, so I did enjoy it. Still, it’ll never be on a par with The Mikado or Patience. “I can tell a woman’s age in half a minute — and I do!”

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March was a month that happened …

Despite Plushie’s fortnight of diarrhea, it was fairly productive. Of course, as I’ve mentioned before, that’s partly because of The Local Reporter switching to monthly so I didn’t have actual paying gigs distracting me. I’ll be back to work on it next week, prepping for the April issue.

I got close to 34,000 words rewritten on Let No Man Put Asunder, redrafted “Mage’s Masquerade” and “Oh, the Places You’ll Go” and proofed the first chunk of Savage Adventures. I applied for a couple of writing jobs (remote) and started checking various short fiction markets — no luck so far. And we made it through diarrhea and out the other side er, so to speak. And the multiple trips to tire places or our VW dealer.

Yes, it’s mostly Snowdrop photos today. I think he’s worth it.

This week was choppy, with enough errands Wednesday it was a struggle to get anything done. Still, overall satisfactory. I got another 3,500 words finished on Asunder (that was what I struggled to complete Wednesday). I reread “Oh the Places You’ll Go” and I think I’ve finally finished it. I’ll proof it later this month but I’m satisfied I’ve fixed everything I didn’t like (or my beta readers didn’t like). First story finished in a long while. I read “Mage’s Masquerade” to the writing group; the overall reaction was way favorable though with several slight changes. For example it comes off as if Sinclair is waaaay older than Cecily; while that’s not out of line for a Regency plot, it’s a sensitive enough subject I’m going to make it clear he’s maybe a decade her senior, nothing more.

Finding markets for two 7,000 word short stories will be a challenge. But I can always publish them in another collection of my work.

I got several thousand words of Savage Adventures proofed and polished and I started looking for a cover artist. No luck so far.

I also began editing my Hellboy Chronology. At first I was only going to update it to add one of the new Hellboy-verse TPBs. However I wound up converting it to blocks which threw the spacing and the whole look of the page out of whack. I’ve begun correcting for that, though I’m only up through the 1960s. Please be patient as I keep working. All the information is still good.

Over at Con-Tinual I talked about The Worlds of Andre Norton, Favorite Superhero Moments, the return of Superboy, now all available on FB at the links.

Week is almost over, as I’m stopping work early to cook something for TYG. Have a great weekend, y’all.

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