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The Internets and Me(me)
Apr. 6th, 2012 02:18 pmSo...my Walking Dead Shark Jump article was somehow posted to the Walking Dead fan group over to the Google+. It's getting tons of hits and is the 3rd most popular article when you Google "Walking Dead Shark Jump." (the first two being from tv dot com, and the official Shark Jump site)
Results were mixed, as expected. Somehow, I did not expect so many personal attacks aimed at me. Apparently, I need "a laxative and a teddy bear." Some people seem to think that if your story has something fictional in it, that no logic or facts should be required or expected anywhere...buh?
Even more surprising was how many people seemed to think I am a dude.
Granted, Friday is a boys name. But Wednesday is all gal all the time.
(and no, we're not counting Mr Wednesday from American Gods)
I know there's a presumption about horror, and zombies in particular, to be kind of a dude thing. A lot of chicks I know who say they write horror are actually writers of paranormal romance--a lot of ghost and vampire fucking. Still more horror chicks are all about stripping down, covering themselves in blood, and doing photo shoots till the cows come home. Sorry gals, but I don't find that shit scary. I don't know how anyone would.
Apparently, people are aghast that a woman wrote "Kiss Me Like You Love Me." This is the kind of criticism I wish was everywhere. I wish more people were talking about how amazingly I capture a twisted and disturbed mind that barely functions except to want sex and kill things that are upsetting. Of course, I grow very weary of the idea that women write one way and men write another. I don't know that I could write an effectively steamy sex scene if my life depended on it.
Reviews are still trickling in for Cat's Apprentice and KMLYLM. Funny, as I know full well that the internet is full of morons--I take some internet blathering too seriously. Goodreads is probably the most frustrating place to find reviews, since there are tons of ratings with no subsequent explanation for the rating. If you give KMLYLM 2 stars, I'm damn well gonna want to know why. Still, reviews are overwhelmingly positive--which should be good, except that I'm too disappointed by how much I care. Shouldn't I be like...above that or something?
In other TV news the Game of Thrones premiere was awesome. I'm sad that H isn't watching anymore. I adore Danaerys, Tyrion Lannister, and Jon Snow. I'd like to see Joffery "Baratheon" his mom, and that prick Little Finger all go down in flames. I feel badly for Sansa, who is going to grow up to be incredibly unhappy--though she may have an easier time than "Arrie" the orphan boy.
New season of South Park is pretty funny thusfar.
Alcatraz ended as boringly as it started. It's fine, but no big whoop. I might just be desensitized to JJ Abrams and his wacky world of WTF.
Results were mixed, as expected. Somehow, I did not expect so many personal attacks aimed at me. Apparently, I need "a laxative and a teddy bear." Some people seem to think that if your story has something fictional in it, that no logic or facts should be required or expected anywhere...buh?
Even more surprising was how many people seemed to think I am a dude.
Granted, Friday is a boys name. But Wednesday is all gal all the time.
(and no, we're not counting Mr Wednesday from American Gods)
I know there's a presumption about horror, and zombies in particular, to be kind of a dude thing. A lot of chicks I know who say they write horror are actually writers of paranormal romance--a lot of ghost and vampire fucking. Still more horror chicks are all about stripping down, covering themselves in blood, and doing photo shoots till the cows come home. Sorry gals, but I don't find that shit scary. I don't know how anyone would.
Apparently, people are aghast that a woman wrote "Kiss Me Like You Love Me." This is the kind of criticism I wish was everywhere. I wish more people were talking about how amazingly I capture a twisted and disturbed mind that barely functions except to want sex and kill things that are upsetting. Of course, I grow very weary of the idea that women write one way and men write another. I don't know that I could write an effectively steamy sex scene if my life depended on it.
Reviews are still trickling in for Cat's Apprentice and KMLYLM. Funny, as I know full well that the internet is full of morons--I take some internet blathering too seriously. Goodreads is probably the most frustrating place to find reviews, since there are tons of ratings with no subsequent explanation for the rating. If you give KMLYLM 2 stars, I'm damn well gonna want to know why. Still, reviews are overwhelmingly positive--which should be good, except that I'm too disappointed by how much I care. Shouldn't I be like...above that or something?
In other TV news the Game of Thrones premiere was awesome. I'm sad that H isn't watching anymore. I adore Danaerys, Tyrion Lannister, and Jon Snow. I'd like to see Joffery "Baratheon" his mom, and that prick Little Finger all go down in flames. I feel badly for Sansa, who is going to grow up to be incredibly unhappy--though she may have an easier time than "Arrie" the orphan boy.
New season of South Park is pretty funny thusfar.
Alcatraz ended as boringly as it started. It's fine, but no big whoop. I might just be desensitized to JJ Abrams and his wacky world of WTF.
