The Dream Cafe One-Sentence World Building Challenge (CLOSED)

I have a thing for first sentences.  I just kinda love them.  I have a file where I store them as they come to me, and sometimes that first sentence will generate a second, and a third, and once in a while turn into a book.  Yesterday, I came up with one that I’m going to do something different with: I’m using it to issue a challenge.

Here’s how it works.  Write the opening sentence of a story.  Make it the kind of sentence that will cause the reader to continue reading, but, more than that, and here’s the kicker: see how much of the world, the setting, the characters, the story you can imply–and note that word imply–in just that one sentence.  The contest will run a week (closing 6pm central, 4/18/15), and I’ll judge the entries myself.  The winner gets an autographed copy of the next Incrementalist novel by Skyler White and me, which should be out in something like a year.  I’ll disqualify anyone I think is angle-shooting, whether by writing an absurdly long sentence or by some means I haven’t thought of yet.  I encourage talking about the entries–you know, arguing or speculating about what is or isn’t implied.  I also encourage everyone to then take his or her sentence (or someone else’s, with permission) and turn it into a story.

Please preface each entry by saying Entry: as per the example below.  Enter as many times as you want.

Special note to those who are tuning in from Facebook or Twitter: only entries here, on my blog, will count.

Here is my sentence, to get you going:

Entry: I always come together at bed time, and spend a few minutes before I fall asleep just lying there and finding out what the rest of me has been up to.

Think you can do better? Go!

 

ETA: I’ll start judging soon.  God help me.

A Tale of Two Words

Two phrases have come up over the last week.  One is the old, “Racism is prejudice plus power,” the other is, “White people need to recognize that they benefit from racism.”  It struck me that one thing going on here is that the words benefit and power are being used in a way that I do not think useful for understanding and fighting the injustice that affects all of our lives–yes, all of our lives, even if some more than others.

When we are told, for example, that white people, or straight people, or men, have “power” this seems to mean (I speak under correction), have advantages.  But power, at least in the social sense, means the ability to force another to do what you wish, through violence or its threat, or economic coercion.

It seems as if there is some sort of magical transformation happening here: “Almost everyone who has actual power is white and male, therefore, if you are white and male, you have a share of that power.”  Is that actually the thinking?  If it is, I hope my expression of it is sufficient to show its absurdity.

The working class only has power when it is united, and racial and sexual divisions are used to prevent that unity.  That is why I do not have the benefit of any sort of decent health care: because racism and male chauvinism (to be sure, along with many other things) have been used to keep the working class from exercising its power to destroy the parasitic health insurance and profit-based privately-owned pharmaceutical companies.  I am denied the benefits of scientific discovery because those divisions interfere with the power we need to prevent the gutting of NASA and other research programs that could increase human knowledge.  I do not have the benefit of living in a world where everyone around me has access to education and culture.  I do not have the benefit of truly effective mass transit, of efficient renewable energy, of a program to fight climate change. All of these are things that could be, and must be, fought for by a united working class.  But the working class is kept divided by, among other things, racial prejudice.

So, no, I do not benefit from racism.  If my sex, my race, my sexual preference, and even more, my fairly comfortable (if uncertain) middle-class income mean that I am less oppressed than many of my brothers and sisters, this does not mean I benefit from racism.  And it certainly does not mean I have power.

In essence, you are telling me that I should work to make those who are more oppressed than me as oppressed as I am.  Seriously?  Is that the best we can do?  Perhaps you claim it is a “start?”  That someday in the future all racism and sexism will vanish, and we will all be equally oppressed, and then we can work together?  Well, first, no, I don’t think that day will ever come without the destruction of capitalism, and, secondly, I think that this “start” works to drive the class apart, to set sections of the oppressed against each other.

And then there’s a purely tactical point: If you actually manage to convince someone that he benefits from racism, is that a very strong argument that he ought to devote himself to fighting it?  It seems to me that part of the fight against racism involves pointing out the ways in which it hurts everyone.

To summarize: if, instead of working as hard as possible to increase, accent, and solidify categories such as race and sex, we were to devote our efforts to bringing the working class together, fighting ignorance where it occurs within the class as part of organizing its independent strength, we could actually do something that would give us all power, and work to the benefit of the entire working class, and, ultimately, the human race.

Only a Link, But One That Matters

I’m putting this here just to make sure that anyone who checks my blog but not twitter or facebook can find it. If you want. It is a major piece of ugliness that has been going on within the SFF community for many years, and which Laura Mixon tracked down and gathered evidence on.  It may not matter to you, which is fine. But it matters to me, because this has an effect on a community that I’m part of, and also has an effect on what stories I get to read.  If you have a weak stomach for abuse, you might want to skip it.

Here is the link.  The discussion is happening there, so there’s probably not much point in saying anything here.  Still, feel free if you wish.

 

 

Hitting the Road, Yo

Tomorrow morning Jen and I take off for the East Coast, and Viable Paradise.  So very, very much fun.  For those who don’t know VP, it’s like Fourth Street, but lasts a week.  For those who don’t know Fourth Street, it’s like VP packed into a weekend.  And those are horribly inaccurate comparisons, except for the total immersion in writing that makes me feel I’m bouncing through the entire event. I am looking forward to meeting the new class of students.

Meanwhile, we’re working on a kickstarter for a Cats Laughing reunion concert at Minicon 50.  We’re hoping and expecting to launch the Kickstarter by the end of this week.  More details later, but for now I’ll just say Fucking Meow.

Oh, and Hawk comes out tomorrow.  There are a couple of reports that it has been spotted in the wild. Check your local bookstore?

And speaking of Hawk, there is a video of me reading the section immediately following the one posted here.

After VP, Jen and I are heading to Texas to hang out with Skyler White and family and finish up the 2nd Incrementalists novel.

Oh, there’s this interesting Agyar thing we’ve been kicking around. No, it isn’t a film. But if you love cool book artifacts and liked that book, it may be time to start getting excited.  Details, as always, when we know more.

Auction

For the record, I’m doing this for two reasons: 1) I have all of these manuscripts lying around with no place to keep them, but I am sure as hell not going to throw them away, and, 2) I’m trying to pay off the dentist who fixed my teeth. For the record, the financial thing is temporary, and not by any means a crisis. Whatever I get from this is going to be useful, but I am not by any means in desperate straits.

We put up a temporary auction page. It contains the latest bids, including any on the four Vlad novel manuscripts now available.