Rambling, Aisle Five
I've had thoughts, opinions, questions about everything that's come out of the discussion of racism and science fiction/fantasy, most of which I'm sure I don't have a lot of right to have or express. I don't really have the same sort of stake in it that anyone else has. I'm not a pro (by any stretch of the imagination); I'm not a fan of color. I'm not even a large consumer of sci-fi/fantasy literature (ocassional at best; I'll still take a good mystery any day of the week and that's unlikely to change). I have the opinions, but keep them and will continue to keep them firmly to myself, while being scared out of my MIND at the prospect of finding myself as part of it at some later time, should I ever get off my ass and get The Children of Grimm Book 1 ready for it's first round of submissions. It's enough to make me paranoid about every sentence that comes out of my fingers.
Meanwhile, in the world that exists beyond my delusions of writerly grandeur panic, my little sister is getting her first tastes of step-parenthood. Just this past week, it was decided her live-in's son was going to be moving to Kansas to live with them. She's prepared for it to be difficult, I think, but Deb's never really had a day to day to day experience with a kid. Especially not a kid that is going to potentially see her as a combatant.
In other sibling news, I'll be spending a day and part of another with brother-dear while I'm in Florida. I would love to say it isn't a slightly nerve-wracking prospect by now, but part of it is. It's hard having this genetic connection with someone, having this fairly easy cyber-rapport, but still feel like I'm meeting a stranger. Is that eventually going to go away? At least, like the first time, I'll have mithfeniel there to act as a buffer and keep me from possibly making a fool of myself. (You WILL do that, right mith?)
Meanwhile, in the world that exists beyond my delusions of writerly grandeur panic, my little sister is getting her first tastes of step-parenthood. Just this past week, it was decided her live-in's son was going to be moving to Kansas to live with them. She's prepared for it to be difficult, I think, but Deb's never really had a day to day to day experience with a kid. Especially not a kid that is going to potentially see her as a combatant.
In other sibling news, I'll be spending a day and part of another with brother-dear while I'm in Florida. I would love to say it isn't a slightly nerve-wracking prospect by now, but part of it is. It's hard having this genetic connection with someone, having this fairly easy cyber-rapport, but still feel like I'm meeting a stranger. Is that eventually going to go away? At least, like the first time, I'll have mithfeniel there to act as a buffer and keep me from possibly making a fool of myself. (You WILL do that, right mith?)