I’m so exicted to be attending the upcoming Romance Writers of America Conference in New York City. Each day at RWA Nationals is always jammed packed with craft info, networking, and business information. I love meeting new people and learning about the industry. When I return, it’ll probably take me several weeks to decompress but […]
My seventeen year old and I sat down to watch Total Recall on the Sci Fi channel recently. I’d already filled his head up with how wonderful this retro movie was and about how it was considered to have pushed the envelope with special effects and visual interests. As we munched down on popcorn, I relived watching the movie in the theatre. The excitement and anticipation was high until I got to the part with the tragic Negro. Does anybody remember him? I wanted to claw my eyes out.
The dim moon barely lit up the night sky; the air was fragranced with the smell of plumeria. Lit torches surrounded us as shadows danced along the tables. The mumble of voices and the stirring of bodies shifting like the waves of the ocean were but a dull sound as the drums sounded off in erratic composition. … The sounds of voices, hands slapping, and pounding feet permeated the air with visions of a distant past; a distant place where people danced to tell a story….
If you haven’t watched the latest show, don’t read this. It has spoilers. Last night I watched Game of Thrones. I’ve been on pins and needles all week. Game of Thrones got to be so exciting that I convinced my Grandma to start watching. I know, Game of Thrones, isn’t your typical African-American show but my whole family has enjoyed watching it together. For weeks my hubbie and I have discussed, wondered, and pondered who would end up on the throne. That iron chair.
I’m a way back sci fi fan, but until I started planning “Relocated” last fall, I’d never written any, so partly to get myself past my “sci fi” block, I decided to write a sci fi novel for 2010 NANO.
In my YA sci fi, “Relocated,” the main character, 14 year old Raketh (Keth) Frey is an Aleyni/human mix. Aleynis are dark skinned, gray eyed, aliens with psi abilities. In the Terran Federation, use of psi is illegal, and relations between the Aleyni and the Terran Federation are strained at best.
Why dark skin? Well, I wanted my aliens to look distinctive, and I liked the idea of casting against type and making the dark skinned guys the good guys. Plus that’s just how they looked in my head.
I am so excited about my upcoming trip to New York. It’s gonna be a fast paced trip but I’m anticipating having so much fun. One of the trip’s highlights will be the FFP Gathering. The theme this year is Superheroes. Last year, I had so much fun dressing up in Steampunk but this superhero costume has been exciting to create. My sister helped me figure out my ensemble. The first thing I did was try and figure out just which superhero I would be…
I do not believe I am a racist. And yet I can make thoughtless comments, be oblivious, be hurtful without realization or intent. Like when I offered a hairdrier to a black friend. Hey, I thought I was being helpful. Forget color-blind. I can be down-right blind.
I don’t classify people by race. Why? I grew up with parents who were from the deep south. They would whisper things like, “well, he’s black…” as if that would explain something. Those comments made me ill. I grew up in Silicon Valley in the middle of the dot com boom. My early jobs were so multi-cultural that to me the world was a rainbow. I tour guided at a museum that drew international tourists and tried to learn phrases in as many languages as I could.