Sometimes I’ll do that thing where you think about how to badly describe a book or a movie?
And I was trying to come up with one for the Hobbit, but my brain couldn’t let go of the idea of it just simply being
A bunch of Jews need to get home before Rosh Hashanah is over.
and now i’m laughing at myself.
“I just don’t see how non-white characters would fit into my book. All the characters in my head are white.”
I see this excuse as a crisis of imagination. Particularly if you’re writing SF, often set in a future when anything can change. When everything can be different than it is now. We’ve already seen our first black president. We’ve seen women in ever more powerful roles. Gays and lesbians are coming out in nearly every corner of society, and universal marriage equality is becoming more and more imaginable.
You can’t imagine a black genetic engineer as your main character? An Hispanic lesbian piloting a starship? Then your imagination needs some revamping. You need to start thinking outside the box. Open up your corner of the world to more possibilities.
Who is around and has the patience to hear my blather about a very very rough outline for my hypothetical Jewish high fantasy story over Skype.
Emphasis on the patience part.
I feel the need to talk this through and gauge response, also to see if talking it through in real time reveals any missing plot holes and gaps I could fill in on the fly, since that’s how I work best.
Hit me up in my ask.
My mother on the phone being all
bring home Thorin, honey, you could do worse.
okay mom, thank you, i need to go back to work now.
…this started off as me looking for a way to mashup the words “twelve” and “home” in Hebrew and then rework the wording into a fictional word.
…and now I’m reading up on the individual histories of the actual Twelve Tribes and let me tell you
this is an overwhelming amount of history.
and i can’t stop
If men aren’t terrified of me
they think i’m their Manic Pixie Nightmare Girl.
like all my qualities are endearing and there for them to be fawned over.
Which I think in many ways is even more lonely.