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Notebooks: A Study

29/6/2022

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There isn't a writer alive (or one I know) that doesn't have a ridiculous collection of notebooks. 
  • Pretty ones given as gifts with the idea that they'd inspire you to write something just as beautiful.
  • Travel notebooks purchased for that long train/plane/car journey to the Grand Canyon/London/Tokyo Disney so you could write about your experiences and pass your insights down to your descendants so they would know your poetic wanderlust.
  • Sturdy, writerly notebooks chosen because they made you look serious and scholarly as a new university student. 
  • Silly little notebooks that fit into a purse or pocket (well, if you wear guy clothes) to be ready for those amazing thoughts that come at you ZOOM POW out of the ether.
  • Leather or fabric bound, tactile, their thingness a way to connect the abstract of words to the act of writing. 

I have them all. To prove it, I emptied the bottom desk drawer of them and took photographic evidence. The green velvet one? From 2009 and has been written in. So far, though, the others are still empty. I don't, however, have that belief anymore that I have to wait for an idea that is "good enough" to allow me to use a pretty notebook. (That belief is related to my propensity to write in my books; they're tools, not sacred artefacts!)
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But, more often than not, when I start a new writing project I crave organization over anything else, and so the majority of my writing notebooks are for taking research notes and they tend more toward the spiral bound, containing tab separators, cheap-as-possible side of things. I currently have 3 of them going. So, yes, like any writer I have a collection of unused notebooks. They'll get their turn. 


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BFS 50th Anniversary: A Panel on Feminism in SFF (June 25, 2022)

23/6/2022

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On Saturday, I am joining Teika Marija Smits and Lucy A McLaren on a panel at 10.15am GMT to discuss Feminism in SFF as part of the British Fantasy Society's 50th Anniversary/Golden Jubilee event. This is one part of a full day of online events that you can join via Zoom. More info on my panel here or click here to register for £5 the day's events.

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The Handmaid's Tale: A podcast about a warning

20/6/2022

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Over at the Journey Through Sci-Fi podcast, I talked to James & Matt about the TV series of The Handmaid's Tale. It's no secret that I have opinions on politics and how the state tries to control women's bodies, and so I definitely have opinions about Gilead! You can find the podcast episode here. 

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Changes: On Becoming an Ex-Academic

6/6/2022

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As of June 1, I became an ex-academic. Things weren't good and then the pandemic hit, and things really weren't good but there was no room to think about how to change or fix any of it while we were teaching online and dealing with students' mental health and all of the related elements of working in a pandemic. Then, last September, I had this moment while at a convention where the thought of doing this again--of planning a semester or a year, then teaching and doing all of the constant admin plus all of the constant new things and changes that management piles on regardless of those of us on the "front lines" yelling UNCLE!--made me want to scream. I realized that I just didn't want it anymore. Stick a fork in me, I was done.

Teaching creative writing at university is a dream job. I know other writers and former PhD students who would basically crawl over my dead body to get the gig. And you know what? They can have it. I loved it when I started, truly. I knew how lucky I was. I loved being in the classroom and working with students, either in a group or one-on-one. Working with newer writers, helping them develop, was the best part of the job. But it became the only good part of the job, overwhelmed by all of the other crap that sucked the air out of the room and left me exhausted, mentally and physically. And HE is unforgiving. What it used to be, even a couple of decades ago, and what it is now (due to becoming a business with "butts in seats" the metric of success) are so different. A fellow ex-academic said to me a few years back that the job isn't doable anymore, that in the past decade it has changed so much from what it was envisioned to be to what it actually is now that lecturers don't have the actual time to do all of the tasks, etc., they are responsible for. Workloads are overwhelming. Mine was 144%, without everything accounted for. And I was told that the math would be "tweaked" so that it didn't look so bad. That was the last straw for me after years of overloaded workloads and a shitty boss at one point who bullied me and threatened that I wouldn't have a job in a year or two if I didn't do X amount of uncredited work to keep students. That dream job became a nightmare, became just a job instead of a calling. 

So I sat down last October with my partner and talked it through and came up with a plan. And this spring I gave notice. My bosses were very nice about it, but no one asked how they could keep me. And this showed me that instead of being an integral part of the school or department I was just a cog and that someone else would be slotted into my place easily enough. So I was able to walk away feeling that it's going to be okay and that I will be able to figure something else out instead of slogging through the remaining years until retirement. I know that quitting a stable, well-paying job in the middle of the worst economic mess in decades is not the best timing ever, but a job that is killing me faster than I am dying is a job I don't want.  


Today is my first "real" day of unemployment. June 1st, last week, was my first official day, but I had to go do an event and then we had the big Jubilee weekend, so today, Monday, is the beginning, with me not waking up and checking my work email first thing. I have days to fill now without external expectations. I am taking a few months off to get over some of the burnout, finish a book that's due at the end of the summer, finish a novel that I've been trying to finish for a while, and work on some new writing projects (more on those later) plus do some things I have missed, like sewing. Then I will go back to freelancing for a while and, maybe, develop some new things like online courses and a mentoring programme, or train in a new (to me) but related field.

​I have talents and skills; I know my worth; it is time to live a life that makes me feel fulfilled and happy and excited to get up in the morning. It's time to change. 
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