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Creature Compendium: The Mo'o

Guardian spirits find different forms all around the world. In Hawaii, we find the mo'o, or legendary lizard. She is an important figure in the creation myths of the Hawaiian Islands. I've included the basic description below, but the stories linked below are worth the read.

The Mo'o / Gecko

Gecko

Gecko by Close2deathNlife

Descriptions of the mo'o vary. It is said to resemble a lizard, black skinned, and dragon like in its size, but as a shape shifter, the mo'o is is also depicted as a female goddess. They are said to be found in fish ponds and caves, and if a fish pond contains a mo'o, it is said to bring prosperity to a village. Foam in the fish pond means the mo'o is home. While most stories are benevolent, in human form the mo'o is sometimes depicted as a jealous lover, who might eat or drown her lover rather than share him.

The mo'o is said to guard places, individuals, as well as families. The household gecko resembles the mo'o and is considered good luck, and to kill one would bring bad luck.

Further Reading:

Related Creatures: dragon

Region of Origin: Hawaii

Elsewhere in the world I've run into folk beliefs that lizards can bring thunder and storms, and should be killed. The contrast is stark. I for one, am really happy they eat bugs. One less cockroach in my bed thanks! Do you know of any guardian spirits beyond dogs and cats?


Links on the portrayal of race and gender in the media

I don't write frequently about race and gender on this blog, though I do think of it. Other people are far more eloquent at this conversation than I am and here are a few good articles I wanted to share.

The importance of casting in breaking sterotypes. Some of the things that have been swirling around in my head about race portrayed in the media, but I haven't been able to articulate. I hope you read it, and think of these same things when you're writing, because fiction is another source from which we learn which dreams are acceptable:

The problem is that actors carry our dreams onto screens with us, and those dreams have power.
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If you would just dream a little bigger, we would follow you. While everyone likes looking at gorgeous people, there are a lot of definitions of gorgeous. The way we are represented on screen hold meaning and power and consequences for us. The way we are represented on screen hold meaning and power and consequences for us. You can take risks and still be commercial. If Machete can pass the Bechdel Test, so can you.

And then there's this: On writing female characters, or characters.

The crux of the problem:  a female character is seen as female first, a person second.  Whereas a male character is seen as person first, male second.
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Think of action movies:  you have the lead guy, the geek guy, maybe the big tough guy, the uber hot guy, the guy of some racial minority and the woman.  "Guy" is considered the default gender so it gets subdivided into types.  But not "gal".  "Gal" IS a type (just as racial minority is a type, but that's a blog post for another time).
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My point: we as authors have been writing about people we aren't for forever.  We find a way to empathize, we find a way in.  Female characters are no different.  All they are are characters.  They are people too.

Is "Game of Thrones" too white? Read through to the end. It discusses the impact of Tolkien on Fantasy.

Ultimately, A Song of Ice and Fire, like the Lord of the Rings, is the work of a brilliant and conscientious writer who is nonetheless writing in his own time and place. The United States in 2012 is, far too often, and even with a black president, still a culture rich in racist stereotypes and xenophobic fear-mongering. Expecting a writer to remain entirely unstained by this is expecting a person to live underwater without getting wet. If we still find troubling racial assumptions and caricatures in fantasy – whether on the page, or on the big or small screen — this probably tells us more about our culture-wide problems than it does about a single writer’s, or a single show’s issues. A Song of Ice and Fire is indeed our American Lord of the Rings, and if Westeros has its race problems, they are simply a powerful reflection of America’s.

And lastly, there is no such thing as a good stereotype. On strong female characters as a stereotype, model minorities, and a lot of other good stuff.

“good” stereotypes are dangerous. Not only because so many of them end up encouraging bigotry, but also because they make us complacent. We let the ugly stereotypes slide because we’ve bought into the “good” ones. And if one kind of “brain macro” is OK, why not another?
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Stereotypes kill. Even the “good” ones. Stereotypes end careers, or prevent them from ever getting started. Stereotypes hide real discrimination, and excuse real violence. Stereotypes change the fate of nations, usually for the worse.

Its OK to struggle with portraying race or gender in your writing (I do), but it is not acceptable to ignore the issues. I hope you take these posts, read and chew thoroughly. You may not agree with every point, and that's OK. I think its good to be reminded that we need to examine the messages we're sending to the world and to make sure that what we choose to say is intentional.

Writer's always talk about subverting cliche, and like cliche, stereotypes are boring, and lazy. However, stereotypes can also be damaging. Maybe not one story is not enough to do harm, but the messages we hear get layered and reinforced by one another over time. Stories become part of us. They have always been used to explain our world, and our place in it.

Everyone should be allowed to dream, and we writers are architects of dreams.


May you also be frustrated

Broken pencil

Frustration by Sharon Pak

I've been involved with dance for 27 years. I started with ballet and moved on to other types of dance. Picking up choreography should be easy by now, right?

Not really. The past two weeks I've had my ass handed to me. There's one particular dance that I just can't wrap my brain around. My feet don't want to go in the right place. When I concentrate on my arms, I end up missing my mark. If I concentrate on my feet, I get my arms in the wrong position. I can't seem to keep everything in my head at once, and some movements completely baffle me.

This is my fourth season with my current dance group, and despite my previous training, I'm still a novice with them. Many of the other dancers have been with the group more than a decade, some for almost 20 years. It's terrifying to feel like the weakest dancer, that I might mess up the rehearsals, screw up the show, to get yelled at, to be a disappointment. It's stressful struggling to keep up, and learn faster. I've lost sleep over it. I've considered quitting.

I've been in the other position, the seasoned dancer, but it's all relative. It feels good to be confident that you know what you're doing, but it's also boring. When it's easy, when it becomes routine, when I've stopped learning, that's when it's time for me to jump ship. The challenge is why I keep coming back.

When you're surrounded by extremely talented people, you get pushed to do better. Maybe you're not going to be the best in that group, but you may find that you're capable of more than you believed.

The same thing applies to writing. We all have certain things we're good at, and might come easy to us, but the writing should be frustrating at times too. The frustration is a sign that we're still learning, and that we still have things to learn. It's a sign that we're pushing ourselves further than we have before.

I will get this. It might take me a while to learn this dance. It might take doing it every day until the movement is in my body, but even if it seems daunting, I know I will get this. I'll be as good as I am capable of.

May you also be surrounded by talented people. May you also be frustrated.

What's one thing that frustrates you when you write? For me it's story beginnings.


I Should Have Taken My Own Advice

Hey guys! Sorry I've been scarce lately. It's been busy at work, and I've been sick as well. I'm slowly easing back into the routine. I should have taken my own advice, because the toll of writing with a bad setup for the past two years has started to manifest. I don't have room for a desk, and sitting is sometimes painful now (I usually sit on the floor to write). My wrists are also feeling the brunt of it, and I've had to cut back on the typing. I've got some padded wrist guards, but I'm waiting for my hands to stop cramping.

HEED MY TALE OF WOE! I hope that at the very least you all invest in a proper computer chair. WOE I tell you!

I hope you're all doing well! I'll be back next week.


In Another Life...

Do you ever wonder what other paths your life might have taken?

Sometimes I think back about the choices I made career wise, and daydream the what if's.

In one life I'm a costume designer for the opera or stage, working on grand ball gowns, with dress forms, and luxurious bolts of fabric. I'd know how to cut a suit, and understand proper tailoring. I'd use my creativity to dream up whatever the demands of the stage required, landing anywhere between minimalist and surreal.

If I'd been born to inherit wealth, I would have spent my days volunteering instead. I would still want to work, but do my part to affect the world directly.

In another life I'd have studied anthropology or sociology. I might still be at the university, or have moved to another country, or simply traveling the world learning about different cultures. In this life I might have wound up a professor, quite happy to be consumed by research on human interaction, and teaching.

Or I might have been born into the circus, and grown up with a peculiar skill set possessed only by those trained from childhood. I could bend and flex as if I didn't have bones, and do one handed pushups. I'd audition for the Cirque du Soleil and hit the road with that huge extended circus family.

I might have also been happy starting a handcrafted business. I can sew like nobody's business, and have been making things for years. I was on this path once, and shut down a fairly successful shop, but sometimes I still wonder what would happen if I went way again.

Funny though, in all these lives I never considered not writing. Even in my daydreams, I'd still write if I could. That is the one constant.

In another life, what might you have been?


Creature Compendium: Lamassu / Shedu

Lamassu / Shedu

The Forgotten Guardian by Ennaedwyn

The lamassu / shedu is a protective deity with the body of a winged bull, most commonly depicted with a bearded head, though female faced lamassu have also been found. The etymology of the name may suggest that the origin of the lamassu was a female deity. The oldest image appears in 3000 BC, and is thought to have originated in ancient Mesopotamia. Lamassu were carved at the entrances to to palaces and temples. Tablets with images of lamassu were also buried beneath the entrances to houses for protection. They are often depicted in pairs.

Further Reading:

Related Creatures: sphinx, harpy, centaur, gryphon

Regions of Origin: Mesopotamia (Sumer, Akkadian, Babylonian and Assyrian empires)

I couldn't find any stories associated with the lamassu, only how its image was used. Most of the information on it is archaeological in nature, and perhaps the mythology was lost with time.


In Honour of International Women's Day

Phenomenal Woman
By Maya Angelou

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
I say,
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It's the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can't see.
I say,
It's in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman

Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed.
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It's in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.


WIP Update - The Mid-Book Blues

I'm beginning to think that most of writing a novel is just not losing your nerve. ~ Lev Grossman

It doesn't matter if I'm in the middle of novel edits, or writing a fresh novel draft. Once I hit the halfway mark I suddenly start to wonder if I've spent the last few months working on garbage. It feels as if the end is nowhere in sight, and that it would be easier to trash the project to start on something new. I like to think of this as the dark night of the writer's soul. It happens every time.

By now, I know this feeling is normal, and I just need to keep going.

I think it's usually due to a combination of factors, including mental burnout, and physical fatigue. This past February, I badly needed a writing break. For the better part of the month, I buried my head in projects I'd put aside that had nothing to do with writing. My well was dry and needed refilling.

If the well's empty, you ain't drawing any water with that bucket.

I also know it will be worth it to finish. I'm halfway there! I will and can get to the end of this story. Not every writing day is fun, but I need to find a way to get excited about this story again. I also need to figure out a better working routine for myself, that includes a pace that's sustainable, and allows me to enjoy this process as much as possible.

So in the interests of continuous process improvements (thanks day job) , here are a couple of changes I'd like to try out:

  1. Cut down writing time to a half hour commitment per day, and flexible weekends. I might write or I might not. I think more often than not, I can write more than half an hour once I get into things, but even if I sit there with the laptop on, and the document open, its still something to start action.
  2. Eliminate word count goals. I'm not going to stress about how much I write, as long as I write something.

I figure I should be done this draft by mid May, even at a slower pace. That's not so bad at all. I'm still easing into things, but I'll get through this, and past this. It's a game of 'chicken' and I'm not going to lose my nerve.

Do you ever have moments like this? How do you deal with it?



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