On Good vs Evil

This year I’ve been thinking a lot about the concept of good vs evil. Right vs wrong. And I feel like many times, we operate under this vague idea that everyone, everything, every circumstance in the world falls into one of two categories: black and white, left and right, good and bad, right and wrong.

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Logically, we know this is false. There are innumerable gray areas that fall between black and white.

But lately I’ve been asking myself: why?

Why does someone have to be good or bad? Can’t they be neither? Or both?

In writing, a common piece of advice tossed around is this: know your character’s flaws.

As in, people aren’t perfect, and your characters shouldn’t be either. And perfect people are boring to read about.

Another piece of advice is this: the best villain is a well-rounded villain. Meaning that villains shouldn’t just be pure evil—they should have a ‘why’: as in, why are they who they are? What happened in their life to bring them to this point? This idea, of course, operates under the assumption that all people are inherently good from the start, and only become bad because of some trauma that occurred (and which is often portrayed as a disability, which, FYI, is highly problematic in myriad ways).

And the main problem with these ideas, of the main character being “good” and the villain being “bad,” is that ‘good’ and ‘bad’ are just social constructs which vary from culture to culture, idea to idea, and person to person. And ‘good’ and ‘bad’ aren’t just social constructs—they are vague, fluid, and entirely unhelpful.

And yet they shape our storytelling. Our views about ourselves and other people. Our politics. Who we feel sympathy for. Who we root for to win. The way we interact with the world around us.

If I ask you this question: “Are you a good person?” most people are going give a knee-jerk reaction of “Yes!”

“Of COURSE I am a good person. I am the hero of my own narrative. Thus, I must be the good guy. Sure, I make mistakes. I’m not perfect. I’m a typical flawed hero. But I AM the hero. And heroes are good people.”

And the reason people give this answer is because the only other category is bad.

Here’s an example: Racism is bad. I think that most people would agree with that. And people would also say that a racist is a bad person.

But if you say something racist, and I call you out on it, your immediate reaction is, “No, I’m a good person and good people aren’t racist. I can’t be racist, because racists are bad people and I’m not a bad person.”

And so there’s no room left for nuance. There’s no room for a person to say, “Actually, I did just say something racist, but it doesn’t make me a bad person. I’ve learned not to say that, and now I’m a better person than I was before.”

Or perhaps a simpler example. Let’s say you are a member of a particular faith. And one of the rules you’re supposed to follow is, “Do not tell lies.” But you are visiting your grandmother, and she makes a terrible pie, but you tell her you like it anyway. Because you don’t want to hurt her feelings, and it ultimately doesn’t matter if you like the pie or not.

But your reasoning doesn’t change the fact: you lied.

You can’t say, “No, I’m a good person and good people don’t tell lies; only bad people lie, therefore I didn’t tell a lie.” It doesn’t make any sense whatsoever!

Does that automatically make you a bad person?

In most (if not all) cases, the good/bad binary is stupid! It’s irrational, it doesn’t make sense, and most importantly, it’s not useful. It obscures potentially valuable nuance with rigid rules and boundaries that often cause more harm than good.

I’m not a bad person. I know that. But I also know that quite a few people in the world believe that I am going to spend my entire eternity burning up in the fiery lake of hell anyway. So, you could make the argument that I’m not ‘good,’ either. So what am I?

Good, bad, or neither?

(For a related perspective, read this Wikipedia article about the criticisms of Mother Teresa.)

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So are we good people or bad people? How do we figure it out? What’s our measure?

Enter: religion.

Many people use religion as their meter for good and bad.

“Am I a good person? Yes. How do I know? Because I follow this specific set of rules and guidelines. And the ones I don’t follow, I know I’m forgiven for, because I [went to confession, apologized, am born again, fill in the blank for whatever allows you to atone for your sin].”

But remove religion from the picture, and what do you have left?

A big ball of wibbly wobbly, timey wimey, existential despair. Vague platitudes. A general concept of good and bad which is less than helpful, completely arbitrary, and rife with possibilities for misunderstanding and causing significant harm to other people.

My favorite is example is actually borrowed from a Bible verse, which (roughly) says: “do unto others as you would have them do unto you.”

For example:

I’m an introvert. When I’m sad or angry or upset, I want to be left alone. Josh (spouse extraordinaire), is an extrovert. When he’s upset, he wants a hug.

So, ‘good’ people “do onto others,” right? If I’m sad, should Josh give me a hug (what he would want) or leave me alone (what I would want)?

This is a pretty easy one to figure out. But as soon as you start adding in culture, ideologies, opinions, personalities, and every possible variable the world has to offer, you could start doing real damage to other people (and entire cultures, subcultures, and groups of people) by making assumptions about what they do and don’t need, and what they do and don’t want. All in the name of trying to be a ‘good’ person.

If you do something ‘bad’ when you’re trying to be ‘good,’ are you a good person or a bad person?

Like Mother Teresa: if you forcibly baptize a Hindu or a Muslim on their deathbed into Christianity, because you’re honestly concerned for their souls, but are completely denying, ignoring, and disrespecting their own belief systems, are you a good person or a bad person? And if you spend the rest of your life tending for the sick, giving to the poor and needy, and living your life with complete devotion to serving others and your faith, how does it balance out?

If you murder someone once, but spend the rest of your life doing community service, helping others, and attempting to atone for the harm you’ve done, are you a good person or a bad person?

If you run dog fights in your free time, but spend the rest of your time healing kids from cancer, are you a good person or a bad person?

If you spend all your free time learning about anti-racism and helping people who are oppressed, but say something racist without thinking or from a place of ignorance, are you a good person or a bad person?

If you believe one thing, but do the opposite unintentionally (or intentionally but for a ‘good’ reason), are you a good person or a bad person?

The problem with this is that ‘good’ and ‘bad’ are two-dimensional constructs, and we are four-dimensional people. We exist not only in the current moment, but also in the prior moment and in the moment that is coming next. And all of our actions, thoughts, and elements of existence add up to equal the whole sum of ourselves.

Which means that we can’t possibly know if we are ‘good’ or ‘bad’ people until Osiris weighs our hearts. Or St. Peter meets us at the Pearly Gates. Or our spirit wakes up in another body. Or maybe when we die, we’re just dead and none of it really matters in the context of eternity.

Regardless of eternity, it does matter right now.

And that’s where the problem lies. If we want to be ‘good’ right now, if we want to put more positive energy into the world than negative, if we want to help others and not harm them, then how do we determine whether or not we are actually doing that? How do we measure our goodness/badness right this very moment?

Enter: pain.

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I know Benjamin Franklin said the only two things in life which are certain are death and taxes, but he was wrong. The other thing which is certain is pain.

Everyone experiences pain. Physical pain, emotional pain—there is always something about life that is uncomfortable.

Now, for the sake of this thought experiment, I want to use the broadest possible definition.

The technical definition of pain is this (dictionary.com):

pain (noun)

1. physical suffering or distress, as due to injury, illness, etc.

2. a distressing sensation in a particular part of the body: a back pain.

3. mental or emotional suffering or torment: I am sorry my news causes you such pain.

But I want to broaden this definition to also include all forms of discomfort and discontent.

So, for example, maybe you took a test and got an A- instead of an A. It’s still a good grade, but you wished you’d gotten better, which creates a particular form of mild discontent. Or maybe you have an itch you can’t scratch. Not painful, exactly, but uncomfortable, annoying, and distracting. Or maybe your kid is singing loudly and off-key in the other room. They are happy and you don’t want to stop them, but at the same time, it’s distracting and irritating. Not technically painful. Definitely uncomfortable. Not to mention, there may be some mild guilt for even wanting them to stop in the first place.

So when I talk about pain, I am including: physical and emotional pain, physical and emotional discomfort, guilt, irritation, discontent, ennui, depression, sadness, regret, itches, something stuck in your teeth, fluttering eyelid, shirt’s too tight, envy, fear, worry, sleeplessness, stress, rubatosis, racing thoughts, dizziness, a vague sense of something being ‘off’—pretty much anything that makes your life or your existence worse, as opposed to better.

I think discomfort and discontent are far more common than actual, true pain. And discomfort is frequently talked about at social and cultural levels. Think Garfield and Mondays. Calvin & Hobbes. Pretty much every cartoon ever.

Dilbert (c) 2011 Scott Adams

Dilbert (c) 2011 Scott Adams

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Pain and discomfort are around us all the time, every day. Many forms of discomfort we learn to ignore to the point that they become unnoticeable as we go about our day-to-day lives.

In fact, we oftentimes seek out pain for various reasons—sometimes for pleasure, for entertainment, or to distract ourselves from bigger, more unyielding sources of pain. Or, we may seek out pain for the good that comes from it, like lifting weights and suffering sore muscles in order to get stronger. Or working long hours in order to get wealthier. Or having a baby. We suffer pain now to reduce pain later.

But in most cases, we would equate pain = bad and no pain = good.

And so, in this way, we can use pain as a measure—a scale of sorts, to weigh whether or not we are doing good, bad, or neutral as we go about our lives.

As we make choices, we have to ask ourselves: “Will this action cause pain? How much? And to whom?”

Let’s go back to our “do unto others” example.

I am sad, and Josh is trying to decide what to do. Josh believes he is inherently a good person, and he wants his actions to be consistent with his beliefs about himself to avoid cognitive dissonance (another topic we should talk about but I’ll save it for a different blog post lol).

Josh thinks to himself, “I want to help Ariele feel better. If I were sad, I would give her a hug. Therefore, I will give her a hug.” But then Josh pauses. “Ariele doesn’t like hugs, though. So, if I give her a hug, I will make her pain (sadness, in this case) worse. So I will not give her a hug.”

In this case, doing nothing is better than giving a hug.

However, Josh believes he is an actively good person. He doesn’t just want to not cause more pain, he wants to help reduce pain. So he begins to brainstorm. And he ends up deciding to bring Ariele a basket of snacks, because he knows snacks make Ariele feel better. He leaves them near where she is being sad, tells her to let him know if she needs anything, and leaves her alone.

In this instance, he has not only managed to not cause more pain, but also helped to reduce her pain. (It is important to note that Josh cannot know the outcome of his choice until he has made it. For example, what if he gave Ariele snacks that she was allergic to, and she ended up having to go to the emergency room, thus causing more pain? This is a key weakness of thinking about the world like this. It requires a great deal of experimentation and learning, and there is no guarantee of always being right.)

Or think, for example, of a mother who has decided to birth a child. She has (hopefully) willingly agreed to suffer extreme pain, but she is doing it because she is giving life, offering another human the opportunity to experience pleasure and live a full life. However, if that child turns out to make choices that actively harm other people, it could still introduce more pain into the world. (Think about Hitler’s mother.)

Normally, our questions of right and wrong are not simple. There are often many people involved in a problem, and pain is shared by them all.

When you expand the question of ‘good’ and ‘bad’ and ‘right’ and ‘wrong’ into much larger social and cultural issues, you have to recognize that you cannot eliminate all pain (a quick reminder that I am using ‘pain’ in the broadest sense of the word, including discomfort, guilt, etc.). And so instead, we can hopefully shift the pain around to be a more equal burden, as opposed to falling primarily on one group of people.

Think about slavery (which I think we can all agree is bad). Enslaved people were/are forced to bear pain and suffering with the ultimate result of reducing the pain of their enslavers. They do work, suffer beatings and humiliations, in order to make life more comfortable for those who keep them trapped. So, by freeing those who are enslaved, we force their enslavers to take on the pain of having to do their own work, of having to admit they were wrong to do what they did, of having to spend their money to pay people to do the work, but we reduce the pain of those who were enslaved by giving them back their agency, allowing them to work on their own terms, etc. The net equals significantly reduced pain for the majority of the people involved the situation.

But that is the big picture view.

From the perspective of the enslaver, their pain increased when the enslaved people were freed. So of course they fought back. Of course they struggled and argued and manipulated and tried to control the government. Because they wanted their mostly painless lifestyle back, despite the pain it caused others.

This example outlines one of the biggest challenges inherent in this way of thinking: we prioritize our own pain over other people’s (most of us). And this makes sense. Because we feel our own pain directly, it seems like it must hurt more than anyone else’s pain. And from a rational perspective, we can see that certain types of pain hurt more than others, like losing a loved one hurts more than losing our phone.

And so if we are comparing our own pain (I lost my phone) to someone else’s (they lost their spouse), we can logically understand that their pain is greater than ours. But we can’t feel it. And that means, sometimes we get it wrong the other way too. Sometimes, we assume their pain is greater than ours when it actually isn’t. Your neighbor’s car gets robbed, and you assume they are traumatized, but then you find out they didn’t lose much of value and used to live in a tough neighborhood and this is the eighth time it’s happened, so it doesn’t bother them as much as it would bother you.

This brings up another question: whose pain is the most important to reduce?

This is important from a cultural and social perspective, but also from an individual one.

In another example, two different groups of people are in pain: one group is being racially profiled by police, and as a result dying at high rates without cause; another group is being profiled by their physical appearance, and as a result being mistreated by health professionals, and also dying as a result.

If we can only help one group, who do we help?

And if we have to help them one at a time, who do we help first?

Luckily, it’s a big world with lots of people who are willing and able to do the work, and we are capable of helping lots of different people with their pain simultaneously.

This concept is not a solution to anything, just to be clear. It’s just one way of looking at a series of super complex problems in society.

But the first step is learning to listen.

If someone says, “I’m in pain,” you say, “Tell me more.”

Because we can only know the best way to move forward after we understand what the pain is, who’s experiencing it, and where it comes from. And we do it together. Not one person making choices on behalf of another. But one person willingly saying, “I am willing and able to take on part of your pain, to make your life easier, even if my own life gets a little harder.”

For example:

  • I am willing to pay more money in taxes if it means other people can have access to food, water, housing, healthcare, and education.

  • I am willing to volunteer my time doing difficult work, if it will enable someone else to eat, live, or learn.

  • I am willing to put my own priorities aside and focus on another person or group’s priorities for the time being (think: therapy).

  • I am willing to acknowledge that I am wrong, if it will help you heal.

  • I am willing to stand strong and NOT concede defeat, even if you think I’m wrong, because I believe that standing strong in this will best reduce pain in the world at large.

  • I am willing to stay home indefinitely if it means fewer people will die from Covid.

Please don’t assume this means I think we should all be pushovers. Quite the contrary. Sometimes, standing strong is the most difficult thing of all. Imagine if all women decided not to have babies because it hurt too much. Or if all therapists quit their jobs because the emotional load of helping others deal with their problems was too intense.

It’s a balancing act in which those with more privilege need to take on some of the burdens of those without. And here’s the thing: we all have privilege in some areas, and not in others. A poor person might not be able to donate money to a non-profit, but they might be able to stand up for a Black person being racially profiled at work. A woman might not feel safe walking the streets of Baltimore at night to hand out food to homeless people, but she can donate time sending emails or texting for a political campaign.

Like I said before: we’re all multi-dimensional people.

So, before this essay gets any longer, I am going to end it with this.

I believe that our ‘good’- and ‘bad’-ness is on a spectrum that we move along through the course of our lives. Sometimes we are heading toward the red, sometimes toward the green. And while we may not ever know exactly what our heart will weigh on Osiris’ scale, we can know which direction we’re moving in.

Also look, I made a picture lol:

(That yellow line is me, and the red and green lines imply being past the point of no return, so to speak.)

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Ultimately, I think each of us knows at least one thing we could do to move toward the green line. If we really wanted to. Sometimes, it doesn’t mean doing the biggest thing, but the smallest. One day at a time, one step at a time, for a lifetime, until our heart is as light as a feather.

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A few things I’m still actively considering:

  • Should it be a scale of pain to no pain or pain to pleasure, with no pain being a neutral point? If it was that, it would probably be a loop, not a flat line.

  • What role does bias play in understanding our own pain vs understanding other people’s pain?

  • Is it possible to entirely remove the terms ‘good’ and ‘bad’ from our vocabulary?

  • What are the benefits of having bucket terms like ‘good’ and ‘bad’? (Like, evolutionarily speaking, it might be useful to point at a poisonous plant and say “Bad!” and an edible plant and say “Good!” but that’s not entirely relevant in modern culture, because we have the word “Why?” available to us).

  • What other things, besides pain, could we use as a measure of good vs bad?

  • What about when you imagine someone else’s pain so vividly that it causes you actual pain?

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Building & Bursting: A Few Thoughts On Process

As we roll into the last month of 2020 (can anyone say, “thank the universe?”), I have successfully finished NanoWriMo at 50,123 words! I actually finished very early (Nov 22), and rather than working toward my stretch goal, I opted to switch and work on all the things I’d been neglecting instead. I did manage to complete the rough draft of book 5 in the Land of Szornyek series and dive into Book 6, and as a result, I’ve been thinking a lot about my most effective work style.

Now, I know that you could probably split personalities and work styles and opinions into a bajillion different categories, but I’ve been thinking a lot about how I work best and most efficiently in the context of two different categories: building and bursting.

There is a lot of pressure in the author world to do things like write every day, set up daily calendars and schedules, and make progress by adding one brick and one book to your business at a time. Even Stephen King says things like “Write every day,” and most of the most well-known writers have very singular schedules they keep to. This is what I call building—one brick or book at a time.

But what I’ve learned is that this doesn’t work very well for me. I have more of a “burst” personality, or a “binge” personality, if you prefer, haha. I’ve often struggled with this fact about myself, because it feels like I’m “doing it wrong,” but this year, I’ve really knuckled down and focused not on trying to change myself, but to instead work with this aspect of myself, and harness it to become more productive and efficient.

After all, why fight with myself to muscle my brain into a pattern it doesn’t like, forcing it to plug along working on a project at a slower daily pace, when I could let my motivation run wild for two days and finish as much work in those two days on that project as I would have gotten done had I truly been consistent every day?

The biggest issue with this strategy is that there aren’t a lot of tools and resources out there to help you operate this way. If you look at scheduling and gandt charts and project management, they help you figure out what needs to be done and when to do it. They break it up into manageable chunks that you can finish one day at a time.

But I don’t like manageable chunks. I like unmanageable chunks. I like putting all of my energy and focus toward one thing at a time, and working on it until either I’m completely worn out or it’s done. I like sprinting up mountains, not going for walks around the block.

And that’s why I like NanoWriMo. Write a book in a month? It appeals to every part of my burst personality. What I don’t like is the part where I have to write every day, but I only have to do that for a month and then voila! A book!

But write very day for the rest of my life? No thanks.

Much of my time this year has been shifting all of my processes and procedures into this kind of burst-like mentality. I will sit down for a day and schedule all of my Patreon posts for the next three months. The next day, I will sit down and draft all of my social media posts for six months. And then I will write 10k words the next day.

Even all of those little tiny tasks that take five minutes, like answering emails, paying my sales tax, and organizing my file folders—I wait until I have a huge heap of those built up, and then I do them all at once.

I even consume entertainment this way. Read a chapter of a book per day? Never. I need to read the whole thing at once or else I won’t enjoy it. Watch one episode of a TV show? Rarely. I’d rather sit down and watch three—or a whole season. Take three small vacations throughout the year? Nope. Let’s take one bigger vacation and then not worry about it again until the next year.

PS this is a drawing of a sunrise I did earlier this week (or a sunset if you prefer lol). I write a lot of sweeping, scenic descriptions, and sometimes I like to draw them too.

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Pumpkin Pie & Monster Eyes

I have to be honest, November is one of my favorite months. First off, I love the colder weather, and here in MD it really doesn’t start to cool off until mid-October most years. Secondly, I love pumpkin pie. And thirdly, I love NanoWriMo! (That’s National Novel Writing Month, if you hadn’t heard of it). The goal of NanoWriMo is to write 1,667 words per day, for a total of 50k words at the end of the month, which comes out to roughly a short novel. So far this year, I’m ahead of the game. This is my 11th year and hopefully my 10th win, and it gets easier every year. (Also, if you want to help out, consider donating to the non-profit’s Young Writers Program!)

So this year, I have three goals:

·         Main goal: 50k words in a month (which is about 1667 words per day)

·         Stretch goal: 60k words in a month (which is 2k words per day)

·         Stretch-stretch goal: 75k words in a month (which is 2.5k words per day)

That said, I’m currently hovering at about 2600 words per day, so if I can maintain that pace, it’s possible I could even beat my stretch-stretch goal (which would be awesomesauce). If this happened, though, I’d have to start on a new book, because I’m pretty sure I’d run out of material for my current WIP (which is Book 5 of Land of Szornyek).

I’m only about halfway through the month so far, so we will see where we end up! You can check out my progress here.

I’ve had a few questions since the beginning of the month about how I can possibly write this much, this fast, etc. etc., and I have two very quick answers:

  1. It’s my full-time job, so I have all day to hit my word count goals if I need it.

  2. Practice. Ask a guitar player how they can play so fast or such complex pieces and they’ll say “Practice.” It’s the same with writing. The more you practice, the faster you get, the better your rough drafts get. It’s really quite simple.

Also this month, I’m doing a series of monster drawings which I am posting daily on Instagram. I’ve done this for the last three years and it is a great amount of fun (though I don’t know what I’m going to do once I’ve finished the monster series!), though this year I have made a slight change, which is that I am no longer naming every monster unless I plan to use it in the series. Turns out, I can do the drawings pretty quickly, but all the world-building details take me a lot longer.

It seems that November is a popular month for “doing things”: for example, there is “No-Shave November,” in which people refuse to shave for the entire month; “No Spend November,” in which budget-minded people attempt not spend any month on anything outside of their regular necessities like food; and “November Photo Challenge,” in which you post a photo a day based on a specific pre-determined theme—and of course, there’s NanoWriMo.

Are you doing anything interesting this month?

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On Covid

First off, let me just say: I am not sick. Nor have I gotten sick. Nor has my spouse. Or my dog, lol.

But a lot of people have. As of today, over 10 million people in the US have had the disease, and almost 250k people have died from it. Even if you love conspiracies and are like, “that’s not true, only 50,000 people have died from it!” or whatever number you’re throwing around—it doesn’t change the logic. Because those lives were still important. They were still somebody’s child, somebody’s parent, somebody’s grandparent. And there are a lot of them.

Remember 9/11? Less than 3,000 people died then. And we launched a war against the people who caused it. 250k dead from covid, and people are still arguing about wearing a mask.

At any rate, Josh and I have been locked down pretty much this whole time. I go grocery shopping once every 3 - 5 weeks, and he is working from home. We rarely even go out for our sanctioned outdoor exercise, because here in the city, so many people are out in the parks it’s incredibly stressful, and most don’t wear masks. We even bought a mini-freezer so we can store more food in the house, and thus have to go out less often.

During the point of the pandemic during which there was a decreasing number of cases, I went walking with a friend, and he went golfing twice. We also visited his parents for a few weeks in NH during the summer, doing a full two-week quarantine before and after.

We now own about 10 masks between us. I should probably get some more.

I have to say, rolling into 2020 was not great. But this was certainly not how I expected it to be.

I’m not entirely sure what I want to say on this topic, but I have spent a lot of time thinking about it, so I wanted to write it down.

I think the short version of the story is this: I’m sad.

I’m really, really sad.

I don’t even know anyone personally who has died, but when I think about all of the people who are gone, and all of the people who are still alive who loved them, it makes me so, so sad.

When I think about those who don’t think the virus is real, it also makes me sad. And a little angry. But mostly sad. Because those who don’t respect the mask and social distancing guidelines are putting themselves and their own families at risk, along with everyone else they come into contact with. And the main argument is “my personal freedom, though!”—which basically implies that an individual would rather risk spreading a deadly disease than give up their own “personal freedom.” Meaning that they have little to no concern for the lives, health, or safety of those around them. I do know there are those who struggle to wear a mask because of anxiety and other reasons, but if everyone ELSE wore a mask, then those individuals could have the flexibility to address their needs, as opposed to having to worry about catching the disease from everyone around them.

Last year, my grandmother died. She was old, and had Alzheimer’s. We were not surprised by her passing. But I was fortunate enough to be there with her when she left, holding her hand and loving her with my whole heart.

But when a person has covid, they die alone.

If the pandemic had begun only a few months earlier, I would not have been able to be there with my grandmother when she passed from this world into the next.

I experienced a great amount of pain when she died. And I can only imagine how much more pain there would have been if she’d had to die alone.

I know that our world is confusing and messy and terrible. Everyone is stressed. Everyone is upset and miserable, for wide ranging reasons.

But it hurts so much to think of all the grandparents and parents and children and siblings and friends who have died alone from all of this. And I have no idea what comes after we die, if anything at all. But this amount of pain, all the pain that is rolling off of each one of us—it has to go somewhere.

When I was in college, the student body president, Eve Carson, was murdered as part of a gang initiation. It was awful. The day after we found out, it was like this fog had settled down over the entire campus. There were no smiles. There was no laughter. Everyone was in shock.

But that moment was nothing compared to the moment that we are in now, and that fog was nothing compared to the fog we are in now. And this moment isn’t going to end when the pandemic ends. This moment is going to live on. The cloud that has settled over us, the darkness, and the pain—we will carry this with us for the rest of our lives. And we will share it with our children. And their children.

There is going to be a lot more pain before this is over.

I have no solutions. I have no pithy platitudes.

I can only hope that we will endure.

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Fairy Tales & Pants

In the last newsletter I wrote, I talked mostly about monsters, but I wanted to switch over to fairy tales this time. After all, I do love me some fairytales.  Like, a lot.

So far, I’ve written a bunch of fairytale retelling short stories, have four fairytale retellings published [link to midnight wings again], and have five more in the works (and plan on many after that). I also read retellings quite often, watch all of the terrible movie versions, have read many of the original tales, and studied various different ones from all over the world (though, let me be clear, I do not consider myself even close to an expert, lol).

So what is it about fairytales that I find so appealing? Especially since fairy tales and tales of monsters seem like two completely different things on the surface.

The first thing I like about fairytales is that they’re comfortable. I know that when selecting entertainment, a lot of people are looking for the next new thing, the next unique story, or something that is different and interesting. But the truth is, when I read books or watch TV, more often than not, I’m looking for something more comfortable than unique. It doesn’t have to be exactly the same as what I last watched or read, but I want it to at least feel similar enough that I’m not wandering off into some deep dark, magical forest of doom, death, and destruction (okay, that might be a bit of an exaggeration lol).

I’ve been exposed to fairytales from the time I was a small child—from fairytale themed dolls, to Disney movies, to reading YA novels based off of fairytale characters or set in fairytale worlds. My favorite book at a teenager was Gail Carson Levine’s Ella Enchanted, and I have probably read it at least twenty times at this point. So when I dive into a new fairy tale, I know exactly what I’m going to get.

(That said, the most disappointing fairy tale retelling I ever read turned out to be an allegory for domestic abuse. Which is probably much closer to the intent behind original fairy tales than the more modern “happily ever after” stories. So, when I say I enjoy the “comfortable” nature of fairy tales, I should clarify that I like the comfort of the modern retellings—the ones that take terrible stories of horror and fear and turn them into something happier.)

Another thing I love about fairy tales is how flexible and adaptable they are. Even now, writers are taking the fairy tale retellings from their own childhood, and trying to rewrite them to remove the parts that they find problematic, and include issues and concerns that are more relevant to modern issues. And the last generation of fairy tale tellers did the same thing, and the generation before that.

These stories have some key thematic elements—love, strength, courage, honesty, generosity—that are still relevant, but the way we communicate those ideas have changed. And so the way we tell the stories might change, the core ideas and concepts remain the same.

The last thing I’ll say about what makes fairy tales great, is that anything can happen. They are completely magical in nature, and literally anything can happen.

A person who can shapeshift into a bear? Sure.

A magical house made of gingerbread and candy? Done.

A half fish-person who wants legs? Easy.

Fairy tales have it all: dwarves and dragons, wizards and wilderness, and most of all, changing hearts and minds. The magic is endless.

Comfortable, flexible, and magical—interestingly enough, that’s also how I like my pants lol.

Below, enjoy this picture I drew when I was 16 of two knights trapped in a bubble by a wizard.

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A Couple Quick Updates

This month is National Novel Writing Month, and this is a special year for me—it’s my 11th anniversary! If I had been thinking about it, I would have celebrated more last year on my 10th, lol, but palindrome dates are good too. Anyway, I have competed in Nano for over a decade. Out of those ten years, I have won 8 times, and I’m planning to make this year my 9th win. So hopefully, after Nano 2021, I’ll be able to say I’ve won ten times, which is also a cool marker.

Anyway, this month I’m working on book 5 in the Land of Szornyek series, tentatively titled “Voro’s Return.” I’ll also be posting monster sketches on my Instagram!

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