Friday, July 17, 2020

Do-Overs has been translated into Spanish

One of my favorite stories, Do-Overs, is about a bisexual time traveling dork. It was the second story I ever got published and I love it so much.

And now it is bisexual and bilingual! Repeticiones, a Spanish translation, has been published on El Nombre Del Mundo Es Cuento and is free to read.
Last night my friend and I tried to read it. He hasn't studied Spanish in 10 years, I haven't read my story in English in several months. We did not get very far.
But it looks great and I am so thankful to the site for approaching me with this opportunity.

And if you want to read it in English, it is the last story on this page: http://www.glittership.com/2018/03/09/episode-52-three-very-short-reprints/

Wednesday, July 1, 2020

No Collision

Hey, you know how my stories tend to be cute little adventures about gay people being autistic and quoting Jurassic Park, but I don't really deal with politics in my stories other than, like, my extremely accurate and yet somehow controversial stance that velociraptors had feathers?

Yeah, no, this is not one of those stories. This one is political. Not political like "these extraterrestrial characters are an allegory about a group of people currently having the rights taken away."

Political like "the president is an absolute asshole and I wrote a story to satirize the last four years."

Politics are a touchy subject. And also, it's a super duper real world subject and I don't have time for that nonsense. Real world. Psh :-)

I'm happy to let my beliefs influence my stories while not becoming the stories. Usually.

Look. I have friends and family who are Republicans. I know people who voted for the circus peanut in chief. They are not bad people. But to call the current administration a dumpster fire is an insult to dumpster fires and I'm okay with letting my art piss off a few people.

No Collision, featured in Shout: An Anthology Of Resistance Poetry And Short Fiction, is not about a collision between a Russian and 'Merican spaceship, because there was no collision. Nope. Absolutely not.

It's about people who don't fit the ideal 'Merican mold, trying to uncover and shed light on a conspiracy, and I am really proud of this story because when I write? Sometimes it's good and sometimes it has a good message and sometimes it's funny, but I almost never do that on purpose. This time, though. I wanted it to be funny, I wanted it to be satire, I wanted it to mean something.

I don't know if it's good, but if it is, it was actually on purpose this time.

One reviewer said my story has "sharp and humorous wit, which is served unerringly with a light and precise hand, and never overdone."

A portion of every sale is donated to the ACLU, Planned Parenthood, and Raices: Texas, so what are you waiting for?

https://www.amazon.com/gp/aw/d/1948120453/ref=cm_cr_arp_mb_bdcrb_top?ie=UTF8

Wednesday, June 10, 2020

Not Like Other Ghouls

Sometimes people ask me what inspired a story and I'm happy to ramble for an hour about how it came to be, explaining all of the history and science and meaning behind the story and the characters and the symbolism.

This is not one of those times.

My story, Not Like Other Ghouls, is now available in Strangely Funny VII, an anthology of funny horror, exists for one very simple reason:

The title made me giggle.

Seriously. I came up with the title, and I had to write a story around it.

It is a story about Adele, an autistic zombie who has attention deficit disorder. And she is not like other zombies, because she has no desire to create new zombies, because this story is an allegory about being asexual.

But maybe, if she was friends with or fell in love with a human, maybe then she would feel that desire. Because this is also a story about being demisexual, which is the term for when you don't feel attraction for someone unless you have a connection with them.

And here is where this story is a little… awkward for me. You see, originally the love interest was not a love interest. He was a friendship interest. So I thought it would be a great idea to base the character on one of my friends.

And then I thought… eh, what the heck. Let's add some romance.

Completely forgetting until I submitted the story that I based the character who is now the love interest on my friend. Oh and did I mention I might have a teeny tiny little bit of a crush on this friend?

Yeah. So…

Luckily, said friend thinks this whole situation is hilarious and encouraged me not to change anything.

Monday, June 1, 2020

Depth and Meaning

Good morning and happy pride month! I have a new story publication to share!

Luna Station Quarterly is one of my favorite magazines. They publish fantastical stories by women authors, including my stories One Last Ride On The Horse With Purple Roses and Pocketful of Souls.

And now I am happy to announce that they have published, free to read online or available in e-book and paperback, issue 42 which contains my story Depth and Meaning!

Depth and Meaning is a story about art and depression and creativity. It's about magical artists trying to conjure a rainstorm and bring an end to a drought. It's about social stigma surrounding mental illness and inner strength and modern medicine.

It's bad to be depressed. But if you ask some people, suffering gives depth and meaning to art. Happiest is not the path to art. And if you take antidepressants, it changes you. And if you talk about mental illness, you're weak.

These people are liars.

I paint and I used to draw, but I don’t really consider myself an artist. But I have had depression, still do, and I’m a writer. And I might be technically able to write and to write well when I am depressed, but it doesn't mean anything. I don't feel anything for it. People might say it's good, but those stories never get published. Those stories are missing something.

When I'm happy, when I have the energy to put my entire self into my work, those are the stories people love. Those are the stories that have meaning.

My story is a very thinly veiled metaphor about antidepressants and talking about depression openly and without stigma. And this is where the story diverters from mine.

I go to therapy. I don't know if it helps. Sometimes I feel worse afterwards, because I have been talking about things that upset me. But I do believe talking can help. And in general, society sense? We need to talk about mental illness. We need to say that's all right to be depressed or to have scary thoughts or to be diagnosed with bipolar… even if we aren't talking about our feelings personally, it is vital that we talk about these things.

As for antidepressants… I don't like them personally. I've never stayed on them long enough to feel a benefit because the side effects in the beginning are too bad for me. I know I should try it, try to tough it out, but they scare me because I don't like the way I feel on them. At the same time, they have saved the lives of people I love. They are not for everyone, but they need to be an option.

(small update: since writing this blog post right after I got the acceptance letter for the story, I actually started painting again. I'll probably do a whole blog post about that when I get time.)

Friday, May 8, 2020

A Interview And An Award Nomination

Boy howdy have I got news for you! (I keep forgetting that I was going to start saying boy howdy more often.)

First, the authors of Disabled Voices, yours truly included, answered some interview questions on All Lit Up. Check it out: https://alllitup.ca/Blog/2020/Reflections-on-disability-culture-and-identity-from-the-contributors-of-the-Disabled-Voices-Anthology

Second, and more excitingly… Nothing Without Us is nominated for an Aurora Award! The anthology is in the Best Related Work category.

Monday, May 4, 2020

Write Me A Soul

You are flipping through a book called Community Of Magic Pens when you chance upon a story by Jennifer Lee Rossman. Do you…

Read it? (turn to page 3)
Read it AND then go to the author's blog to read an essay about telepathy? (turn to page 27)

That's right, folks. I wrote a choose your own adventure story.

Community Of Magic Pens is a diverse book edited by Space Opera Libretti author EDE Bell, which features 40 stories and poems about the magic of pens and writing. The pens are not always literal pens, the magic is not always literal magic, but every story will touch your heart, make you cry good tears, and make you smile.

https://atthisarts.com/product/community-of-magic-pens/

(I absolutely love this book and the editor, and I feel extra proud that this collection is out in the world because I had the honor of doing some sensitivity reading and proofreading for it.)

My story, Write Me A Soul, was one of those stories I was frantically writing at the end of the submission window. I had interesting ideas, but none of them felt… right. So I thought back to Five Minutes At Hotel Stormcove, another anthology from Atthis Arts where each story took place over five minutes. My story in that collection, The Repatriation Heist, "broke the rules" in that my story took place over one minute… which got repeated five times because time travel!

That story stands out to me because it's different. Technically following the rules, but doing something I didn't think anyone else would think of. So what is the magic pen equivalent?

A choose your own adventure book, naturally.

Choose your own adventure books, man. I absolutely loved them as a kid. The Owl Tree is actually the first book ever remember reading by myself.

I'm not going to spoil too much of the story, but it's about someone who can write anything into existence – including multiple timelines – and the woman she writes about.

And the woman she writes into existence has fangs. Because I've always known I like women but Dark Rey from The Rise Of Skywalker made me realize I like women with pointy teeth. (this is true, but it's also a joke between me and my friend Corey who took me to see the movie and watched me cry my eyes out. I thought she was pretty when she had pointed teeth and he made fun of me so I made a point of writing it into the story.)

And then I didn't have an ending. So what do I do? Procrastinate and write an essay for my friend (the aforementioned Corey) about telepathy. And you know what? Part of my essay ended up inspiring the ending.

The essay is available below. Do I believe everything I claim in it? No, not even close, but I do believe it's not out of the realm of possibilities, and a small group of people I know (yes, Corey, or as he has been requested to be called, that blond headed kid, is one of them) have had enough creepy instances where it seems like we are reading each other's minds.

Also, I was never good at writing essays. I did not really proofread this, and all the jokes are just attempts to make Corey laugh. I don't even remember why I wrote an essay for him really. The best way I can explain it is i'm autistic and I wanted my friends to give me homework assignments. Anyway. Enjoy, and please consider picking up a copy of Community Of Magic Pens

https://atthisarts.com/product/community-of-magic-pens/

Hans Berger was a soldier with an interest in mathematics and astronomy. One day he was in the horse equivalent of a car accident, and nearly died. His sister sensed that he was in grave danger, and telegraphed him. This had such a profound effect on Hans that he switched his field of study so he could focus on the search for this strange psychic potential in the human brain.
He went on to invent electroencephalography.
Such events are not unheard of. People somehow knowing that their loved ones are in danger, have died, gave birth. More mundane, every day examples include the uncanny feeling that you are about to get a phone call from someone you have not talked to in years, or knowing what a close friend is about to say or do, seemingly beyond the scope of intuition and being able to read body language.
My mother and I had a lot of problems, but there is no denying our brains were in sync. One example that still mystifies me was when we were watching an episode of a TV show, for some reason I started thinking about a book series we both read, and my mother suddenly decided she had to mention how upset she still was, over a year later, that Katherine Heigl was cast in the movie adaptation of that book series.
Did one of us have the thought and the other person received it? Or had we just spent so much time together at our brain waves and thought patterns synced up in such a way that we both came to the thought, Independent of each other, at the same time?
In the words of that little girl from the taco commercial, why not both?
Research has shown that when people experience things together, their brain waves, As well as breathing and heart beat rhythm, can sync up. This is why live concerts are more enjoyable then watching music at home; our brains evolved to enjoy brain to brain coupling.
Let us assume telepathy exists, And is the result of a scientific, rather than magical, phenomenon. After all, magic is just science we haven't explained yet. So, how is telepathy possible?
One way it may be possible is a transmitter/receiver structure somewhere in the brain. Or perhaps there is some sort of psychic field existing all around us, like gravitational or magnetic fields. But transmissions weaken the further you get from the source, as do magnetic fields. And yet we have stories of people knowing their loved one was in danger halfway across the world, while we don't constantly hear the thoughts of people around us.
Here's where quantum entanglement comes in.
Quantum entanglement. Spooky action at a distance. When two particles become entangled, they can "communicate" instantaneously across vast distances of space. So what if our brains can become entangled?
Why do people only sense when their love ones are in distress? It could be argued that, if we sense a random stranger in distress somewhere across the world, we are less likely to acknowledge it because it could seem like a meaningless dream or feeling, rather than a telepathic moment regarding someone we care about. And even if we were truly connected in that moment to a stranger, we are very unlikely to ever hear about the real life occurrence, and therefore unlikely to even realize that it was a telepathic connection.
But enough of playing the devils advocate. I would make a devils advocate joke here, but I have never seen the movie.
Studies have shown that holding the hand of a loved one can decrease your perceptions of pain, because touching a loved one synchronizers your alpha-mu waves. Does this mean alpha-mu waves could have something to do with psychic phenomena? Let's look at what else those waves do.
The mu waves in particular are predominately found in a part of the brain that deals with motor control. The premotor cortex, the supplementary motor area, the primary somatosensory cortex, and the inferior parietal cortex show evidence in humans of mirror neurons, which fire both when you do an action and when you watch someone else to action. To date, there is no widely accepted explanation for why our brains need this feature. Does it help us learn how to move our bodies? Does it help us empathize with other people, Or better predict their intentions? The world may never know, to quote that annoying bird.
The more neurons are firing, the more your mu waves are suppressed. People with psychosis and schizophrenia have been found to have more suppressed mu waves, perhaps suggesting a connection between suppressing my waves and being slightly disconnected from reality. How are hallucinations that different than telepathic visions, After all?
My theory is this:
When we bond with people, our brains develop a sort of psychic quantum entanglement, making us far more likely to be able to telepathically connect then two random strangers. Our brains are in sync. If you were in great danger, every part of your brain would be in overdrive trying to save you, deciding what part of your body to move to dodge a bullet or stop a runaway car. With so many neurons firing, your mu waves will be suppressed. My brain, which is synchronized with yours, will notice that no matter how far the distance between us. And my mirror neurons will fire as if I am making the same motions you are. Maybe similar structures exist in other parts of the brain, to give me more information then just movement; sights, sounds, whatever. My brain interprets these firing neurons as visions or premonitions of what is happening to you.
Logically, this phenomenon would be more pronounced the deeper the bond between us, and certain people will naturally have a greater aptitude for this kind of communication, but that is the gist of my theory.
No, as to whether or not I believe telepathy exists? Read my mind, you tell me.

Friday, April 3, 2020

The Falling Marionette - re-printed

Boy howdy. The world is a mess and it's terrifying and we're all just doing what we can to survive. Personally, I have decided to start saying "Boy howdy" a lot more often, and boy howdy is it fun.

It might not be the ideal time to be promoting books, when money is tight and everything feels like the beginning of a Twilight Zone episode, but art is always important. Science will get us through physically, but art is what makes survival life. Art is what keeps us going.

Disabled Voices is a collection of fiction, memoirs, and poems about, by, and for disabled people. And it's probably out of print everywhere because *gestures vaguely at the world* but if you can, I would encourage you to order it. Disabled people are getting the worst treatment in this apocalypse. We are more susceptible to illness, usually, but we are also more susceptible to people being (excuse the cursing please; I try not to swear much on my blog because that's what Twitter is for, but sometimes you just have to) assholes. We are seen as less deserving of treatment and resources because we are a drain on society, or our lives have no purpose, or we are not productive.

Well look at this. This book is full of disabled people contributing to society, giving our lives purpose, producing art. We matter.

My contribution to this book is The Falling Marionette. It is a story about a girl with spinal muscular atrophy who finds out that a high tech "cure" doesn't solve all her problems.

This  is the third time this story has been published, and I don't link to the first two anymore. Not because of anything the publishers did, they were all lovely people, but because I am not proud of the way I wrote the story. Ableism and ableist ideas are so ingrained in our society, so internalized in the minds of disabled people, that we don't realize all the time when we are speaking about one person's disability in such a way that accidentally perpetuates another person's stereotypes. There wasn't anything very bad in my story, but it has been a few years since I wrote it, and part of it made me less than proud. I don't know if it is perfect now, I don't know if it can ever be perfect, but right now I am pretty damn proud of it.


https://books.google.com/books/about/Disabled_Voices_Anthology.html?id=ji5eyQEACAAJ