Informational Tidbit: Squirrels don’t hibernate. Really, when it comes to the bitter cold, we just sleep a lot. And boy, oh boy, do I feel like sleeping.
Idaho has been plagued with winter storm warnings lately. The Treasure Valley (Boise and surrounding area) is supposed to get more inches of snow today. School’s been cancelled so many times this year (and look, it’s only January 18th), that my kids are having to attend on the holidays, such as MLK and President’s Day. And dragging my furry little rear out of bed every morning has been difficult at best.
It might’ve been the flu I caught. Squirrel flu? Eh. After a miserable last Tuesday where the wet snow soaked through my coat to douse my skin while I dug a path out of the drive way, I came down with a fever that took me down and out until Thursday night. It certainly put a damper on getting a strong start on my exercise and writing goals.
On a positive note, that story of mine I mentioned in my last IWSG post did find a home. I’m pleased. Now I just need to finish Murder Most Fowl and Isto.
I’ve been doing a lot of thinking when it comes to Isto. This thinking started a while back after a discussion with my friend Dani about Lexa’s death on the 100. It deepened after a post by Mason Matchak. It’s gotten even deeper after discovering Laura Wise’s blog, where she reviews diverse reads on the racial, orientation, and disability spectrum.
Honestly, I’m scared I’m doing more harm than good. Here it is: I killed a gay character. I killed a character with black skin. And I don’t see how I could have done things differently for the overall story (spanning 4 books). Laura’s perspective adds to my worries because I have “magically fixed” people with disabilities.
Mason kindly let me email him with my many terrors. His response helped bat down some of the insecurity I have about it. The story is what it is, and I will finish writing it, but I guess I need help steeling myself for the disdain my brain is envisioning as the response.
I don’t want to be disdained. Of course, the other part of me tells me, “Don’t worry about it. Nobody is going to read it anyways.” *sigh*
They say ignorance is bliss. Too true. I didn’t know magically fixing disabilities was insensitive or that there were bigger tropes tied to my characters’ deaths. Now that I know, I feel a bit like scum.
But that’s the point of raising awareness, right? Becoming aware. I can just try to do better, though I’m not expecting much love for my big books.
Has awareness about certain topics made you consider how you are treating those topics? What are your thoughts about hurtful tropes? Have you found any in your work after the fact like I did?