‘Only humans are people’ and other BS

[typed 9:30-ish in morning of Dec. 13, 2021]

The topics WordPress thought I would be interested in today: inspiration, dogs, Red Sox. *shakes head* It would be just one more small collection of nonsense, such as when WordPress thinks I want to read blogs about craft beer, except for the inclusion of dogs this time. (Fact: Weaver’s intermittent cynophobia is somewhat relevant to the topic of this blog post.)

My dear clone-sibling has been doing serious revisions/expansions of “that novel” lately. When last we left our heroes, the person found aboard the Amundsen was in the Betula‘s medbay…

Sometimes, when I’m reading a work of fiction I’m particularly invested in, and I stop reading for a little while, I feel as if I’m stuck in whatever scene I last read, until I can go back and continue reading past that. And I am very invested in this story, and this viewpoint character. 

…And all of that was backstory, if you will, to explain or at least hint at why I’m rather upset by a couple of blog posts I happened to see this morning. Both of them are about writing fantasy fiction. In the first one, the blogger talks about how elves are supposed to be evil/malevolent characters, or at least dangerous and not to be trusted. (Warp-quote of beginning of old Steve Martin joke: “How many of you have friends who are elves?” *audience cheers* “Yes, but do you trust them?”) The other blog post is about, basically, the “fact” that only humans are people, so it jus’ ain’t right for a human to have a romantic relationship with an elf or other non-human.

I’ve tried several times to type more for this post, to explain why I’m so bothered by that ‘Only humans are people’ concept, and… Nope, not happening today. Too many angry words, too many half-panicked bloggish blathers and redirections and Hey, look over there! Isn’t that the lawyer from chapter eight of that other novel? So I should just back away for now.



About Thomas Weaver

For several years, I’ve been putting my uncanny knack for grammar and punctuation, along with an eclectic mental collection of facts, to good use as a Wielder of the Red Pen of Doom (editor). I'm physically disabled, and I currently live with my smugly good-looking twin Paul, who writes military science fiction and refuses to talk about his military service because he can’t. Sometimes Paul and I collaborate on stories, and sometimes I just edit whatever he writes. It's worked out rather well so far. My list of non-writing-related jobs from the past includes librarian, art model, high school teacher, science lab gofer… Although I have no spouse or offspring to tell you about, I do have eight cats. I currently spend my time blogging, reading, editing, and fending off cats who like my desk better than my twin’s.
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