(via Women Destroy Science Fiction! This Kickstarter Will Wreck Everything! | GeekMomGeekMom)
On January 15, Lightspeed Magazine launched a daring plan: an all-women double issue, to appear online and in e-subscription. To fund the project, guest editor Christie Yant and her team set a Kickstarter goal of $5,000. They came up with great rewards and described their goals:
It could be said that women invented science fiction; after all, Mary Shelley wrote what is considered by many to be the first science fiction novel (Frankenstein). Yet some readers seem to have this funny idea that women don’t—or can’t—write science fiction. Some have even gone so far as to accuse women of destroying science fiction with their girl cooties. So to help prove how silly that notion is, LIGHTSPEED MAGAZINE‘s June 2014 issue—our fourth anniversary issue—will be a Women Destroy Science Fiction! special issue.
Then, they pushed the Kickstarter button and waited to hear what the public had to say.They didn’t have to wait long. Their project, “Women Destroy Science Fiction!,” funded its first level in less than 24 hours. It was faster than I could post the project to GeekMom’s Fund This section.
Now they’ve decided to expand their horizons.
More at the link!
Signal boost!
I’m broke, so all a y'all need to do the thing.
October 29th
This was one of the dangerous ones.
Stfu Assholes: goddessofcheese: hippyveganchick: fffcuk: lzbth: ‘got herself...
‘got herself pregnant’ is the dumbest phrase in the world like forreal if it was possible to get pregnant by ourselves we’d have eaten all the men long ago
it actually is possible to get pregnant (without the sperm of a man…
Science has surpassed the need for men.
It begins with a secret facility on the isle of Lesbos, and soon spreads through covert fertility clinics all over the world. More and more women are having babies without a man in the picture.
By the time statistics departments notice the upswing in female birthrates, it is already too late.
Panicking heterosexuals try to preserve the remaining supply of males, but their treasured ‘natural methods’ mean increasingly less males born in each generation. Worse, the guarded males become entitled little dipshits that no self-respecting woman wants to spend her life with, let alone the handful of minutes it takes to 'do the deed’.
Even the heterosexual women begin to wonder if males are really worth preserving.
And finally, towards the end, there is Alex. The last boy. To protect himself, he has to grow his hair. Wear pretty clothes. Speak in a higher tone of voice. And in all things, pretend to be something he is not.
And he’s fallen in love.
How does he tell her? Does he even dare? What if the news got out about his existance?
There are, after all, celebrations on the anniversary of the death of the last known living man.
(via stfueverything)
When good Science Fiction contains Bad Science
I can’t be the only person annoyed by this. Science fiction is supposed to contain science. Especially the kind of science even a layperson can recognize.
If a layperson can correct your mishandled physics, bad math, chemistry failures and so on… it irritates me no end.
Especially when writers use said bad science as a major plot point.
It’s like hanging a chandelier with chewing gum. The foundation is flawed and the whole thing collapses.
And some of this stuff is so simple a simple trip to Wikipedia or five seconds on Google could give far more accurate facts and give way less aggravation in the final product.
And this is something that’s allegedly professionally produced.
Sure, to you guys, it’s just science fiction. It’s also just a recognizable and relatively lossless income stream.
…that is, if you don’t fuck it up…
So who wants in?
You might be aware that I’m trying to make a living with words. Anyone who doesn’t… go check out my Smashwords account and buy something, plib-blobbit!
Ahem.
Thing is, I need beta-readers. People willing to read things-I-consider-finished, things-I-don’t-know-what-I’m-doing-with and things-I’m-checking-up-on-to-see-I’m-still-going-in-the-right-direction. AKA WIPs.
I have a whole pet universe I want to share. Short stories, long stories, stories of inbetweenish dimensions… all waiting for readers to help with the quality control.
And I can’t afford to pay because… well… I don’t have an income as of yet.
I’m also going to be experimenting with my pricing and, if I’m really lucky, find someone willing to do some better covers than my own considerable lack of skill.
Anyone who wants in, please send me an email address [either by ask or by reply, whatever suits you] and I shall be sending you some PDFs in the nearish future.
Are you game?
"Blowing Bubbles" is live!
A little stand-alone work on the nature of reality and such. It may be my last short story for a bit, as I’m throwing myself at novels.
…and missing a lot…
Good Boy is live!
The potentially stomach-twisting story of an old man and his dog…
A call for volunteers
You’ve had some free samples of my writing [check the #story tag in my posts] and now I’m looking for Beta Readers because it’s just occurred to me that handing out stories for free before I try to sell them might just be a bad business plan.
So. Does anyone out there with sharp reading eyes wish to subject themselves to the alpha drafts of whatever the heck my warped mind concocts next?
RTFM (Story!)
At the risk of borking my browser again (I don’t exactly have the best of computers) I am going to publish a novella here.
Cross your fingers.
Oyeah. RTFM stands for the techie-favourite acronym: Read The F[laming/expletive deleted] Manual. Also the most common advice to noobs encountering new technology.
Good Boy (Story!)
This is one of the weird ones. And by “weird”, I mean one of the ones that dropped on me from the sky like a ton of bricks and threatened to burn a hole in my head until I wrote it down.
It ends in a weird place, but if I re-wrote it, it would inevitably turn into a novella and I would loose the short-story twist and fridge horror of it all.
Have at me… but gently. Tell me what you think in kind words :)