Daughter Story: Meta-Ponies

We are in the car listening to pony music again—thank the Lord there’s three seasons’ worth by now or I’d have gone crazy—and we’ve gotten to a song sung by the youngest ponies which ends with one of them asking “Are you talking about my brother?”

Child says, abruptly, “Brother! Why’d she say brother?”

“Because that big boy pony is her brother,” I say.

“I thought he was her father!” Child exclaims.

“No,” I say. Am I really discussing pony genealogies? How do I even remember this stuff? “He’s her brother, and Applejack’s. I don’t know what happened to their parents.”

“I thought Granny Smith was their mother.”

“No,” I say. “Granny Smith is their grandmother.” I pause a moment to ponder the bizarre situation of three siblings living together with their grandmother on a farm.

Apparently, I’m not the only one, because Child asks stubbornly, “Where are their mom and dad?”

“I’m not sure,” I say. And then, curious, “Where do you think they are?”

Child says, “Well, maybe they died.”

“Maybe,” I agree.

Child says firmly, “Actually, I think they just forgot to make them up.”

At which point I burst out laughing in delight, and then I have to explain that I’m laughing because she’s said something clever, not because I am laughing at her. I really never expected her to make that connection, that characters in a story might be affected by their authors as much as their plots.

“You know what?” I say, after we’ve had that discussion.

“What?”

“I think you’re right,” I say. “I think they really did just forget to make them up.”

All the Books

…aren’t they beautiful. -_-

And autographed and set out with their postcards:

I’m hoping to have these out the door by Friday at the latest. That’ll give me a couple of weeks to breathe and re-situate before I launch the second Kickstarter of the year. I got this down to a science! *polishes knuckles on chest, blows on them*

My next print editions will be Claws and Starships and Mindtouch (which is already up on Amazon and B&N. Just waiting on Smashwords-all-formats. It’s there as an ePub, but not all the others yet). Formal launch post for Earthrise should be up at some point. I should write that and schedule it. o_o

Anyway. Now I flop!

Further Observations: On Types of Listening

There are at least a couple of types of listening:

1. Listening to feelings: “I feel your pain.” “I’m sorry you’re sad.” “I hear what you’re saying and I know that it bothers you.”

2. Listening to ideas: “I hadn’t thought of that.” “How do you figure that?” “I’m not sure how that would work.”

Both kinds of listening serve a purpose. #1 is useful for solving personal problems: repairing relationships, mending quarrels, dealing with emotional issues that you have the right to address. #2 is useful for when you’re solving broader problems, for dealing with abstractions and concepts, for making policy, for adjusting life views.

Perhaps because we’ve been conditioned to deal with a “masculine” societal bias, we are very familiar with the way people use Style #2 to silence people who need to be heard with Style #1:

“I’m sad.”
“You have no reason to be sad. I didn’t mean it that way.”

“You hurt my feelings by saying this.”
“Why, when I’m just stating facts? It’s not my fault they upset you.”

But we also use Style #1 to silence people who need to be heard with Style #2:

“Oh, you’re sad (but you’re also wrong). I’m so sorry you feel sad: see? I listened to you. (But you’re still wrong.)”

All interactions have a context. Listening Style #1 implies a personal relationship, or an ability to map a personal relationship onto a stranger. The latter’s possible, but rare: I’ve seen it now and then in people who really mean it when they say that all men are their brothers. But in most people, my observation is that a stranger or acquaintance who wants to listen to my feelings is really just dismissing my issues while trying to make me feel like they care. They might really mean it, but they aren’t there to address what’s really concerning me… and once they’re done really listening to me, they will feel better about themselves for having made the effort and tell themselves they are free to move on without considering the things I’m obviously wrong about.

I don’t find it comforting, to have my feelings “validated” by someone’s attention if my ideas aren’t also considered.

It is a complicated thing, navigating human relationships and their intersection with social obligations and a commitment to harmony. I do not mean to imply otherwise (or that I am perfect at it, or even very good). But I have noticed a hunger in many people around me, who have been “listened to” and yet feel frustrated because they don’t feel heard. It’s because they haven’t been, not in the way they needed it. If you need your feelings heard, having your ideas addressed won’t sate you. If you need your ideas heard, having your feelings soothed will leave you feeling empty. There can be no substitution. And honestly there can be no true understanding without both kinds of listening… because ideas feed into feelings, and feelings affect ideas, and to unravel any of it you have to be good, good at listening to all of a person, not just the part you are comfortable with.

…and if there are feelings of unsafety in a community, it’s because people can claim to have listened to you (with one style or the other) in order to justify being able to attack you in the other arena.

We think we are so good at diversity, that we welcome it, that its gifts outweigh its costs. But I don’t think we’ve even begun to understand the challenges of diversity, or just how much human programming we’ll have to overcome to see the benefits of embracing it. The only way society has survived diversity in the past is by remaining as ignorant of the differences in our neighbors as possible. Now that the internet has ushered in the era of unfettered sharing, I’m not sure how we’re going to manage. The more we know about each other, the easier we find it to separate into camps and go to war.

I pray that these are growing pains, and that we’ll win past them. But I also know I’ll be long dead before I know if that prayer went answered.

It’s Comics Day!


I did not get an explosion of comments (or tips!) Friday, so I think going to a two-comic-a-day schedule isn’t going to affect anyone. Anyway! We return to the storyline.

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News!
My proof copy of Claws and Starships (the print edition) has shipped! I can’t wait to have a look at it. Photos soon. I’ll be having a look at sprucing up the e-book this week.

The Mindtouch e-book should be available at retailers this week! I’m also going to kick off the print layout this week. Also, related: need more money. *frowns* That leads me to—

—the Earthrise print copies shipped late last week, so I should be seeing those soon. As soon as I turn those around to my backers, I’ll be starting another Kickstarter. Not sure which yet, new Wingless cover, or the AF illos. We shall see!

I am also planning to sell off these Claws-and-Starships illos (probably $25 each? Bargain price!). Maybe mid-week for that.

Otherwise, I’m halfway done with my Godkin 2 edits. I hope to have that off my plate this week. Though at this point, it’s looking like this month. Crazy busy lately.

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I have some thoughts percolating about copy-editing; I hope to write those down soon. I also want to get back to the Usurper, who has a few more things to tell me. And I finally have a funny Child story. I have fewer of them now that we spend less time together. I am trying not to think about that. :,

The new week beckons. Onward!

Human Nature

It’s been my observation that we try very hard to notice only the persecution and discrimination we stand to benefit from addressing. Everything else is someone’s attempt to silence us, or their hysteria/hyperbole, or their complaining meant to re-assert their privilege. We can look at a society that cries very loudly for equality and fairness and think we are making progress toward something… when in truth, what we mostly accomplish is to raise up one part of the population by oppressing another. And then society pats itself on the back for its maturity, and carefully does not listen to the cries of those it has trampled. They had it coming, after all: they had all the power before. It’s someone else’s turn now. Let them see how it feels to suffer.

How wonderful it would be if we could rise above these things. And yet, if we did, why would we be here? Angels have better things to do.

:,

I’m not sure this is an improvement on what I was planning, but I don’t have a cover for this book and it’s holding me up.

I did think about your comments, at least.

Eh. I wanted it to be prettier. :P

Claws and Starships, Off for Review

Dave did a magnificent job on the interior. Fred Patten gave me a great afterword. And I did six (seven if you count the frontispiece!) new illustrations for the print edition of Claws and Starships. I just finished the cover (see above!) and have sent it off to Createspace for review. After that, I can order my proof copy, hit ‘approve’ and keep moving…! Though I’d like to use a day to spruce up the e-book edition with the new afterword and illustrations, so it matches. (Expect a one dollar price hike to go with the bonus material; adding art to e-books is a pain!)

(Someone is going to tell me my name gets lost on the cover. I know! It has not affected sales of the e-book edition, though. Nobody cares about my name. They like the dancing jaguar.)

Anyway, I really needed to do something like this: no delays, no endless back-and-forth, no management needed. It took less than two weeks for me to go from ‘hmm, I could do a print edition of Claws and Starships!’ to the submission for review today. I need more projects like this!

Now to ponder how to pay for it, though. It wasn’t free. Maybe I can sell the interior illustrations? Every little bit would help. *ponders*

The Ai-Naidari Passport

Last year, the Black Blossom Kickstarter netted a $1000 backer, and the grand prize associated with that was an Ai-Naidari passport. I finally shipped it over the weekend, and it has arrived! With the backer’s blessing, then, I’m offering you a look:

I commissioned Kythryne of Wyrding Studios to make a case to hold the scroll, using stones in the colors favored by the backer. It’s wrapped wire around a (sparkly!) resin tube to protect the passport (tied up neatly with blue ribbon there).

The passport itself is on real vellum, made from calfskin (not cheap, but wow, it feels so nice. Like velvet). I inked the passport’s words first with a brush-tipped marker, so I’d know where they belonged on the vellum. Then I went over them with india ink and a dip pen, and then gold ink (bronze particles suspended in gum: it seemed to pour glitter where I moved the pen!), with a crowquill pen. It’s not an exact match, of course, but the spirit’s right, and the Ai-Naidar tell me my calligraphy is good. For once!

I bought the case, the vellum, the gold and black inks, the pens and the ribbon to put this one together. Everything had to come together just right, and I’m proud of how it turned out. :)

Last of the Illustrations for Claws and Starships

…is also the first one, and for my favorite story, and I wanted it to be good. And here it is!

Interestingly, this is an update of an image I did in ’99:

Mirrors Sometimes Find...

And that I inked in 2003:

Mirrors

I think those were really good for my skill level at the time, but I really like the one I did today. :)

All the illustrations are done! Now to finish up the nitpicks and get a proof copy shipped.

The Ai-Naidari Guidebook: The City

The Ai-Naidari Guidebook
Part 5

THE CITY
      Inevitably, if you’re allowed ingress, you are going to end up in the capital; I have not yet seen passports permitting aunera to travel to other cities. Sending aliens to where they can be overseen by Thirukedi is considered the safest course, as they believe His influence substantially mitigates any weird alien influence we might bring with us. Interestingly, they don’t at all fear exposing Him to us; Thirukedi is inviolable and divine, and not subject to contamination by foreigners as far as they’re concerned. (Thirukedi Himself might have His own opinion on the matter.) They also don’t seem concerned that they might be allowing frequently violent creatures in proximity to the Emperor Maybe that’s what happens when your ruler reincarnates: you are no longer anxious about Him dying to violence or unexpected accidents.
      The capital is a large city, and a roomy one by our standards. The streets are broad, and intended for pedestrian traffic. Riders and carriages use the center, but they’re few compared to walkers, which is how most people get around. Carts go by specific byways, or use streets only at certain times of day. There are gardens, trees and fountains everywhere; no one litters (if you generate trash, typically you tuck it into your robes in a pocket until you get home, and then you dispose of it. Such items are called delosh, literally “I forget” and the pocket you put them in are fet delosh, “hiding places for things I forget.”
      The city is laid out as a circle, and as discussed in the books, is separated into atan, wedge-shaped areas of responsibility overseen by the Noble and Regal classes. These atan are distinguished by low walls, renainen, which are hip-height on an Ai-Naidari (closer to ribcage-height for most of us) at the boundaries of the atani and lower within it—commonly knee-height—for visual separation of districts, gardens or plazas.
      At the center of each wedge is the palace, and Thirukedi. Walking outward, you’ll find the Households of the Regals, where the atani’s governance is done. This part of the district is devoted to public institutions and facilities: large plazas for announcements and festivals, auditoriums, libraries, research facilities and things like museums used for historical preservation. It is succeeded by the temple district, then the district for mental and physical health, which not only has entertainments (like galleries and stages for poetry readings) but also physicians, public baths and barbers; this district is abutted by the largest city park, which extends all the way around the city in a broad ring and is used for largest gatherings during the Summer and Winter Trysts. Moving outward, we reach the Merchant district, which is separated into permanent Merchants nearer the center and itinerants nearer the city wall, for travelers who want to use space to sell wares before moving on. The final layer of the circle is for reservoirs, recycling and processing, as well as renting carriages and mounts (kept near the wall so travelers to the city can have immediate access to them once they enter).
      People tend to live where they work, though there’s a ring of places to live between the health and Merchant districts that are popular for those who prefer not to. In practice, the population is scattered throughout the city, though some districts tend to be lower population than others. Likewise, you’ll be able to find restaurants and food carts throughout the atani, as well as parks, meditation spots, gardens, small monuments and public art. Some of these installations are also part of the water system: ponds, fountains, channels carrying water (and fish) are ubiquitous. Ai-Naidar tend to teach their own children, and band them together within the caste to do any group lessons they think necessary, but schools specific to certain kinds of training are also scattered throughout the atan: for instance, there are two Guardian training schools sited in Noble households near the center of two separate atan, and a school for training artists might be in the Merchant district for those learning a commercial form of their art, or near the public facilities in the center for those learning a fine art (or in the temple district, for those learning a sacred version!). Courier stations are also available throughout the atani.
      Each atani has a character formed by the Merchants, entertainers, temples, discretionary services, and public facilities it supports; while all major services are offered in every atani, discretionary services, or those specific to talented individuals or families, are scattered all over the city. There is nothing stopping an Ai-Naidari from visiting other districts in order to partake of those services: if someone hears about a fantastic restaurant, or wants to go to the library which is in the district next to theirs, they can just walk over. The atani are not meant to limit the people living in them; they merely dictate who’s paying tax to whom, and in support of which set of services.

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I have more to say about food and drink, but I realized I left out an important chunk of the book and wanted to backtrack to include it!