Just to be clear, I have heard rumblings that something unfortunate is going on with Blaine Pardoe. While I have no love lost for Blaine, I want to come out and say that anyone engaging in any kind of illegal activity is crossing a line and should be condemned. I am in no way connected to this recent problem, and I have had no contact, direct, or indirect with Mr. Pardoe. I hope that this problem gets resolved as quickly as possible and that any and all criminal attacks on Mr. Pardoe cease immediately.
Friday, August 27, 2021
Saturday, August 21, 2021
I Feel As Though I Should Write...
I feel as though I should write. There are so many little stories inside me left to be told and yet I am loathe to let them out. Or, if, we're being honest, I feel like I no longer know how to. The mental and emotional tornado that I have come to label 'Blainegate' has passed, but the landscape is no longer the same one I once traversed and took such pleasure from.
Now I find myself looking at the world in a different way, with stories and characters springing to life. I want to write. I need to write. But at the same time, writing has been so drastically changed in my world that I'm not sure how to even begin approaching it anymore. The things I once found to be the best springboards are now hopelessly torn and upended.
The community where I could once upon a time would have gone and played now hates me and taunts me like a lost love. Make no mistake, there are a few core friends who have stayed with me, and I can never thank them enough. But the vast majority seems to have moved on to the view that I am some malady best left to wither away without a second's pause of reflection, I don't know if I'm ready to walk down the path of determining which relationships rang true and which ones false, but I find them surrounding me to a point that I can't ignore them if I want to move on to some healthy form of writing again.
I want to write so badly, but any picking up of the pen and paper is fraught with such emotional landmines that I can't seem to get anywhere. I want to write but every time I think about it, I am immediately reminded of all of the things I've done wrong, and I don't see any safe place for me to step out upon. Even now, I struggle to paint a picture of how I feel.
Wednesday, July 28, 2021
Blaine Pardoe is a F****** Liar...
Blaine Pardoe is a liar. I want to be very clear when I make
that statement. When he says that a member of the left threatened his life, that
is incorrect and a demonstrable lie. No threats were ever made, to him, or to
any other party. As I have described in detail, the closest thing he has to a “threat”
is me making a statement to Craig Reed that I was so angry about his book that
I wanted to shoot him. That does not rise to the level of a threat. Saying you
want to shoot someone is not the same as making the statement that you will or
are going to do so. This is a clear definitional matter of law. Clearly Mr. Pardoe
either does not understand this definition, or he simply doesn’t care. As I
have pointed it out many times, and there have been no criminal charges, I
think it’s abundantly clear at this point that he does understand but simply continues
to lie to feed the false narrative of him being a poor, persecuted white
conservative. And in fact, he has now made this claim of being "threatened" again in the latest blog post peddling his piece of "speculative fiction" filth.
From
everything he has shared publicly about it, his book is absolutely disgusting.
It is akin to a modern version of The Turner Diaries, a white supremacist
classic from decades past. I find it horrifying that a prominent member of the
BattleTech community is publishing such vile filth. I find it disheartening
that apparently a portion of the community stands with him and agrees with him in
his hatred of our democracy. I also find it deeply disturbing the Catalyst Game
Labs, the publisher of BattleTech, has not taken a stand against the vile filth
that one of their top-level authors is peddling. Garbage like what Pardoe is
writing is eroding out democracy and our way of life, and to stand by his side
as he writes such trach for profit is disheartening. I also find it
disheartening that his peers appear to remain silent as he peddles this
madness. The time has come to take a stand against lies and to stand on the
side of democracy. Mr. Pardoe is on the wrong side. I hope people will make
their voices heard accordingly and make it clear that they stand not with Mr.
Pardoe, but on the side of truth and democracy.
Monday, July 19, 2021
Consider this...
I am not blameless in this whole situation, and I am not
claiming to be. However, there comes a time where parties either act in good
faith to resolve things or they do not. I have made every attempt to resolve
any problems, concerns, or discrepancies. I will admit to my mistakes, where
they were made, and attempt to move forward from them. However, it has been the
policy so far, for certain persons and organizations, to simply refuse any and
all communications and attempts to resolve things in any manner whatsoever.
Thus far,
the only response to my mistakes has been…silence. Apart from a very
professional individual in the payment department who resolved all financial and
legal issues quickly and without any problems whatsoever, I have been met by
only silence. No condemnation of my actions, no attempt to clarify any matters whatsoever,
just silence. I have not even been put in contact with the legal department.
Nothing. The situation is basically “Take everything at Blaine’s word and say
nothing.” Considering the fact that my interactions with the community as a
whole have been nothing but to raise it up, I find this situation most
distressing. This is not how you respond to a problem in your community. You do
not close ranks around a single toxic member and refuse any and all claims
contrary to that viewpoint. You do not take only one side of things and pretend
that the other side does not exist. This is not how things should be done. And
yet, here we are.
Am I
blameless in this situation? No. But neither is he. Consider that.
Sunday, July 18, 2021
Today's thought...
There seems to be a lot of "people only talked to Faith because they were thirsty/horny/etc" going around the community, and that upsets me, mostly because I think a lot more of the wonderful people I've interacted with over the past several years than to reduce them to some kind of simpletons. Have you ever stopped to think that there is an alternative explanation?
Maybe people talked to me because I was kind to them. Or because I valued their opinions, raised up their contributions, treated them with dignity and respect, didn't look down on them, had thoughtful back and forth conversations with them, took their thoughts and ideas seriously, valued our shared experiences, and was just all around not a douchebag to them? Have you ever stopped to think that maybe that was the reason? That maybe something like that might actually work? Just a thought.
Friday, July 16, 2021
Private eyes, are watching you!
I've never been a huge Hall & Oates fan, but I've had the song "Private Eyes" stuck in my head for the last day or so. Why, you might ask? Well let me tell you why. I'm not going to reveal the details, but twice in the last 48 hours I've had tip-offs that a private investigator is snooping into my life. It would be a funny thing if it wasn't so terrifying to actually think about. What is this guy doing, digging through my trash, hacking my private communications, taking really bad pictures of me?
The fact that he has revealed him or herself, I'm going to chalk up to an attempt to intimidate me. The alternative would be that he or she is just incompetent, which I also would not so quickly discount given the potential suspects for his or her client. It makes you wonder why someone would stoop to this level to try to find dirt on a person. If you're that desperate to find something to pin on someone, you might want to look at yourself first. I don't know who the client is, but I sure hope the private dick enjoys the show, and bills appropriately.
In the meantime, here's a link to a clip from Veronica Mars, one of my favorite TV shows. I like to imagine the private dick that's following me is something of a "Vinnie Van Lowe" himself. This makes me smile.
Tuesday, July 13, 2021
No, you don't get to lie and inflate...
I was going to just let things slide, but as Mr. Pardoe has
now taken this escapade into a gleeful search for publicity and is playing the
victim card when it’s not warranted, I’ve decided to set a few things straight.
I do this because a lot of the story you all got told, he got wrong. I don’t
know if he just made mistakes, or if he’s lying to try to inflate the support
he gets as a “victim” of an “attack.” I cannot say many things because of a
protective order that he now has against me, but I can still share a lot of the
truth, since he seems so invested in sharing the truth. I’ll start with the
protective order itself.
Mr. Pardoe
filed for a temporary protective order based on several communications which were
not threats. Mr. Pardoe also sent me a cease-and-desist letter threatening legal
action for “defaming” him. At this point in time, I retained a lawyer and
through that lawyer we entered into a preliminary agreement whereby I would
grant Mr. Pardoe the protective order (as I don’t want to speak to him
directly, don’t want to see him, and indeed don’t actually know where he lives)
in exchange for him dropping his outlandish legal claims of defamation. After
we entered into the first part of this agreement, the granting of the protective
order, he backed out and began publicly spreading the fantastical tale that he
now has on his blog. In short, he reneged on his word, and I’m stuck with a
protective order because of it. Now, let’s get down to the content of his grand
exposition.
Let’s
start with the big one: no threat was ever communicated to Mr. Pardoe. He claims
to be in fear for his life, but he had to actually hunt for material that even
comes close to the definition of threatening. The closest thing he has is a
statement made that I wished to shoot him. I wish for a lot of things, they don’t
constitute threats. The statement was made, for one, while I was inebriated,
and secondly, was not even made to Mr. Pardoe himself. The statement was
actually made to a Mr. Craig Reed, who surreptitiously passed the communication
on to Mr. Pardoe in a vile breach of confidence. The comment was never intended for Mr. Pardoe’s ears, and as
such, was not meant to instill fear in him. At no time did I intend to instill
fear in Mr. Pardoe or his family.
The second
closest thing to a “threat” that Mr. Pardoe claims is a video. I linked this
video to Mr. Pardoe in the comments of his blog. The video is not a threat, it is
an anti-Trump music video that contains some disturbing images. That’s all. A
link posted on his blog comments, which he never even allowed to be published.
If viewing videos with somewhat violent imagery caused him to fear for his
life, I can hardly be faulted for this.
Those are
the closest things he even gets to an actual threat. There were no threats
made. He was never threatened in any way. He may have hid in fear, but that is
not my problem, nor was it ever my intent.
Second, he
claims that this was part of a campaign to “cancel” him. He makes claims that I
tried to have podcasters remove their shows with him. These claims are false,
and he has no evidence. None of the podcasters that I contacted and spoke to in
regards to Mr. Pardoe can provide any evidence that I asked them to take down
his appearances on their shows, as I never communicated a desire for them to do
so. Where he got this idea, I have no idea. He is either mistaken or lying. He
claims that I tried to get CGL to stop publishing him. This is false. I
communicated several times with members of the CGL staff regarding Mr. Pardoe’s
egregious political views, but at no time did I try to get any of his
publications cancelled. There is no evidence to the contrary. My communications
were to inquire as to if there were any way to support Battletech while
minimizing any support for Mr. Pardoe and his offensive belief system.
Third: He
claims this insane volume of threatening material that made him cower in fear.
I don’t know where he is getting this, as there was very little volume directed
at him personally. There were perhaps a dozen comments on his blog over the
course of 6 or more months, which he, as the blog administrator, chose not to
publish. There were a grand total of maybe 2 or 3 e-mails sent to his publicly
listed contact e-mail attempting to reach out an olive branch, which were
ignored. The only volume of anti-Pardoe material was either public via Twitter,
or directed at third parties, who dutifully reported these things to him as his
supplicants. That's it. That's the entirety of this "huge" conspiracy against him.
Fourth: He
brings the identity of someone, “J” into the picture, and gets most of the
facts wrong. I have some insight into J and his position, as well as his permission
to set things straight here at this time. J is in fact a person with thoughts
and feelings just like you or I, but Mr. Pardoe gets most of his details wrong.
I do not know if this is the result of shoddy work on the part of the police,
who he claims to be working with, of private investigators that he may have
hired (and think about that, the man was so sensitive about criticism that he
seems to have hired investigators to snoop into the lives of his detractors) or
of slipshod research on his own part. So let’s get the facts straight. J does,
in fact have a criminal record for "Terroristic Threats" in the commonwealth of
Pennsylvania. What is not shown in this, is that the plea agreement into which
J entered was for a covid-related mental health episode where J, having lost
his job, made statements of suicidal ideation in a performative manner in order
to show the people he felt responsible for his plight the depth of his despair.
J has sought and received treatment, and is currently a happy and productive
member of society. Mr. Pardoe also claims that J “lives in his grandfather’s
house”. Both of J’s grandfathers are deceased many years ago, one lying buried
in the United Kingdom, and the other buried on the eastern shore of Maryland,
nowhere near where J resides.
I hope
this gives you all a little better insight into the facts of things, and that
you adjust your view of Mr. Pardoe and his outrageous attempts to play the
victim. Do not fall for the lies of his victimhood. Any fear for his life was a
result of his own paranoia, not any threats or actions by me or any other
person. He will try to milk this for all it’s worth.
Friday, July 9, 2021
Keep the Faith...
I’m stepping back and going away because that’s the only
option for me and my mental health right now. I’d love to stand and fight and
battle for the truth, but that’s not a fight that I have the time, money, and
mental energy for. Like most things in America, the big guy always wins, not
because he’s right, but because he’s bigger. He’s got more money, more privilege,
more connections, to the point that fighting a battle would be
life-encompassing, and I can’t afford that right now.
It has
been a privilege beyond words to have engaged with many of you in the
community. The positivity far outweighed the negative, up until now, obviously.
I have engaged with many of you in wonderful, creative, and authentic ways, and
nothing can take away the content of those moments that I’ve shared with all of
you. Never forget that you are the Battletech community, not one man, but all
of you. I have faith that you, as a community, will come together and outlast
any rot or cancer that threatens to drag the community down into darkness. Take
this entire ordeal and learn from it. Some people may believe that they have
unmasked some dark secret, but there has been another unmasking that has gone
along with it, the unmasking of the character of certain individuals and the
lengths to which they will go to destroy others and maintain their privilege. Don’t
let that narrative win. Be bold, be creative, be diverse, and raise the
community up to the height that it deserves.
My fight
is over. I have done what I can to make the Battletech community a greater,
healthier, more wonderful and diverse place. I can fight this battle no more.
It is my fervent hope that each and every one of you will resolve to fight just
a little bit to make the community what you want it to be. Create content,
network, spread the word, raise each other up! My part has come and gone. I wish
nothing but the best for the next person that takes up the torch. I hope they
go on to greatness. And maybe that someone is you, you never know. Until then,
keep the faith.
Thursday, July 8, 2021
Statement
I know people will be wanting a statement from me, but as this has now entered the legal realm and involves people other than myself, there is nothing that I can say at the present time.
Thursday, April 15, 2021
Musings going forward...
So, with no fanfic coming out, what do I put here anymore? This has always been my writing place, so I think I'll keep it that way, with a few outliers thrown in for good fun.
I think I'm actually writing more now than I ever did before, it's just a lot more focused and a lot less off-the-cuff. Having gone through the ringer and all of getting something actually published, I'm finding that it changes my viewpoint on so many things. I talked before about writing in an owned universe, but that is just the tip of the spear.
The way I read has even changed. I eat up the non-fiction stuff with an eye for what would make a great story to explore in more depth. My mind goes off in so many different directions now. Sure, I want to know what's happening as much as the next person, but every entry, every little quip, they all touch off a firestorm of possibilities.
And it's tremendously different writing as a 'fan' and writing as someone who wants to write for publication. In a lot of ways, the stories and ideas are less personal, because you're fitting them into an already existing puzzle. But in other ways, there is a real connection, you're drilling down into a character's head, trying to understand them, trying to get to know them, and then placing them into the story or problem that you've just come up with.
You start to look at other people's stories and how they project them in a whole different light. It's a little like watching a stage production. You normally just sit back and watch the show. But then imagine watching the show from the rafters. You're still seeing the same show, but the vantage point is so much different. You see how things are being done, you see the moving pieces all interacting, and you see the audience as well. It gives you a whole new understanding of the stage hands and the production crew. You're seeing the story unfold from a myriad of different angles all at once, and it's absolutely fascinating.
And as you might expect, it gives you a completely different view on how the world exists and is managed. When you get a peek at the machinery working, it's an amazing thing that makes you take account of yourself and all the notions that you've had about how things work. And it's cool! I imagine it's like this for any number of things, but it never loses the shine when you see something with the eyes of a child for the first time.
Speaking of children, yes, it's official that Sophie and I are expecting twins this November. I'm finding the way that I look at even simple things in life is changing as my brain is wrapping itself around the concept of being a mother. It's weird, and crazy, and wonderful all at once! I always figured I would be terrified if a moment like this ever came, and to be sure, there are plenty of nerves and worries. But there are so many more things that make me smile and make me realize how lucky I am to have found my place in life and the world. I hope this feeling never goes away.
Sunday, March 21, 2021
AMA Takeaway: Writing in an Owned Universe
Catalyst Game Labs had another in their AMA series on YouTube on Saturday, and this week's topic was "Writing for Battletech". Obviously, it's a topic that means a lot to me, and I was lucky enough to have the day off, so I plopped myself down in front of my keyboard, locked the liquor cabinet to avoid any temptation to talk about Clan Smoke Jaguar, and settled in to see what I could learn.
A lot of the information was stuff that I stumbled upon myself over the last few months in my journey towards getting my first piece published in Shrapnel. There was the usual mix of people wanting to write about the secret history of the Wolverines, the truth behind the pleasure barges of Stefan Amaris, and people wanting to know the best way to get their 200k word novel about Julien Tiepolo's long-lost third cousin published.
But through all of that, one consistent, and incredibly important concept kept coming to the front. The biggest thing to understand getting your BattleTech writing published is fundamentally understanding what it means to write in an owned universe. Too many people, it seems, struggle to differentiate between playing in and owned universe, and writing in one.
The Battletech universe doesn't "belong" to you, me, or anyone other than the legal owners of the IP. We can play in it and have as much fun in it as we want (within legal boundaries), and that's what makes it great. But it's not ours to change, rewrite, fix, or destroy.
Now, that's not to say that you can't do any whacky old thing that you want in your local gaming group. Want to refight the Battle of Tukayyid? Sure! There's a million resources for doing that, and you'll have a blast doing it. Want to have Clan Golaith Scorpion fighting against the time-traveling descendants of Stefan Amaris over the deed and title to a newly reinvigorated Canopian Pleasure Circus? Have at it!
But if what you want to do is write for and in the actual Battletech Universe? Guess what, you have to actually write within the universe. This is a great IP with a rich history and a depth of detail that few other properties can match. And that is what is so amazing about it. That is the thing that has drawn me in and kept me coming back for more, year after year, and accepting that part is the biggest step towards actually deciding to sit down and write in that universe.
Look at it this way. It's your birthday, and you've just unwrapped your present. It's a hand-crafted action figure of Sir Awesomesauce the Knight. He's the coolest, most badass action figure around, nobody else has one like him, and you can't wait to show everyone else how cool your freaking Sir Awesomesauce is! So you go down to the playground, and head straight for the giant sandbox. It's the coolest sandbox around. It's the sandbox where all the coolest kids play and they have such awesome adventures, you watch them every day and it's so amazing. There are giant Sandcastles as big as you are, huge sculpted mountains, rivers, bridges, forests. You can play around in it for hours every day and only see a fraction of the whole sandbox.
The problem is that what most people imagine it means to write in the BattleTech universe is like going into that sandbox and bulldozing the biggest castle in the middle because you think you can build a better one. Or taking that small village where little action figures farm over in the corner and building a mighty fortress over it where your Sir Awesomesauce sets up his realm and rules all of Badasslandia under his grip of awesomeness!
But that's NOT what writing in BattleTech, or any other owned universe is like. What writing in those universes is really like is taking Sir Awesomesauce over to the giant castle in the middle where all the cool kids are having huge battles right now, and realizing that nobody ever paid attention to that little spot over at the southwest battlement, and realizing that the moat there is just shallow enough that Sir Awesomesauce can wade across and sneak into the castle through a secret passage in the back. And once he breaks in the back, he discovers a secret document that's hidden there far away from the pile of gold and treasure that everyone is fighting over. And with this secret document, he sneaks out and over to that little farming village in the corner and saves them all from disaster with the wisdom it contains, ensuring that they get to farm for another season, while Sir Awesomesauce straps on his sword and stalks back off to the huge fight at the castle.
You haven't destroyed the sandbox, or rebuilt it, you explored it, you found the little hideaways and forgotten parts of it, and you did the awesome things in that sandbox that only your very own hand-crafted Sir Awesomesauce could do. And you know what? That's freaking awesome! It's the best feeling in the world, and you can go home that night, put Sir Awesomesauce on your nightstand and dream about what he's going to do tomorrow.
Friday, February 5, 2021
So, I have no idea why three random chapters of old fanfic re-posted, other than I was reading them to find something and I must have clicked the wrong button. Yes, that is a thing that happens to me. So apologies for anyone who actually follows the blog for those posts.
I know I haven't been posting fanfic lately, and that is because I've tried to focus my writing more towards publication. Sadly, that means not sharing every idea that pops into my head with the internet. My hope is that the payoff will be more than worth it when I get a story or stories published. :)
Sunday, January 31, 2021
Lummatii
Lothian League
Marian Hegemony
The Periphery
19 September, 3150
"Any day now, our dear Freyja. Everything is looking good." Clarissa Bakker sat at the edge of the hot tub, careful not to get wet as she looked at Freyja. There were plenty of doctors at her beck and call, but Freyja had taken on Clarissa Bakker as a kind of midwife as her pregnancy had progressed. There was something to be said for having a personal friend there as opposed to a cold professional. The Bakkers were one of the few she let into her inner circle as she had navigated the waters of taking up the title of Duchess. There were enemies, and would-be friends, but the Bakkers she knew she could trust as they had cared for her at her lowest point. She would have rewarded them more, but Ned and Clarissa both insisted that they wished to take no advantage of her.
"You're over the worst of it. Well, I mean, except for the labor part. Well, you know." Count Gunnar Logan was trying to helpful, she knew, but he was covering up his nerves, she could tell. With the delivery date rapidly approaching for her babies, she had agreed to leave her temporary residence in Abercrombie and stay at Count Logan's manor in the capital for the duration.
Freyja leaned back against the edge of the tub, trying to will away the fatigue. "Gunnar Logan, I'm in quite enough discomfort now, you've no idea. Need I remind you what happened to the other guy who possibly impregnated me?"
Clarissa looked away, and Gunnar rolled his eyes at the reference to her attacker, the other possible father of her soon be be children. "That's dark humor, even for you, Freyja. You're the strongest woman I know, you'll get through this."
"I will have you know I take great offense to that, Count Logan. Duchess McCarron, you really must do better keeping your subjects in line." Through the door strode Claire Logan, Grand Mistress of the Lothian League. She practically strutted to the foot of the tub and stood there, radiating power and authority in a flowing deep blue dress and crystal highlighted heels. Gunnar and Clarissa both scrambled to their feet to acknowledge the ruler's presence. Freyja merely sat in the tub.
"You'll forgive me if I don't rise, Mistress, I'm rather indisposed at the moment." Freyja said with a smile.
The Grand Mistress returned the smile. "You, my dear, are the one who decided that if you were pregnant, you might as well have twins. But I'll overlook it out of the kindness of my heart."
"Mistress, I had no notice that you were coming, or I would have set something up," Gunnar said with a bow of his head.
Claire waived her hand dismissively. "Don't worry, dear boy, it was my idea to make it a surprise visit. I kept everything low key, minimal security, no formal announcement. But I didn't want to miss our girl here giving the planet an heir. Or two, as it would be. I trust you can put me up here for a few days?"
Gunnar smiled. "Of course, Mistress. You'll have to forgive the spartan accommodations, I'm already putting up one royal."
She rolled her eyes at him in response. "It will be fine, Gunnar, I'm not that much of a snob, I assure you. I hate to intrude, but would you two mind giving me a few moments alone with our girl, here?" Even as she was speaking, she took off her heels and started to remove her dress, leaving the other two little doubt that her request was not just a request. By the time the two had scurried out the door of the room, her clothes were off and she lowered herself into the hot tub beside Freyja. "It's no substitute for the pool back on Lordinax, but it will do, I suppose."
Freyja sighed. "Are we going to have all our important discussions naked in a hot tub, Mistress?"
Claire closed her eyes and let the warm water embrace her for a moment. "There are worse things I can think of, dear." She opened her eyes and looked at Freyja. "How are you holding up, my girl?"
Freyja ran her fingers through her hair. "Ready for this all to be over. Being inside an overheating BattleMech feels better than this.
Claire let a smile reach the corners of her mouth. "The real trouble starts once they're born. Have you any idea how complicated your having twins makes this?"
Freyja shot her a frown. "It's not as though I planned this. But yes, I realize what a mess it is. Gunnar hasn't said anything, but I'm sure he will want DNA testing done."
Claire shook her head. "You're too smart for that, don't let them anywhere near that. They could both be Gunnars, they could both be from that thrice-damned pirate, or worse, there could be one of each. No matter what happens, you can't know. Once you do, it opens up a million problems."
"How am I to avoid it? I mean as babies it will be one thing, but as they grow up? One possible father is a classic Rasalhague recruiting poster, and the other one is practically a fucking elemental. I want more than anything for them to both be Gunnars. But what the hell kind of a mother does that make me if one or both of them are not?"
The older woman ran her hand over Freyja's belly under the water. "I know you have feelings for Gunnar, and there is no one you hate more than the memory of Trogg, but you must remember, no matter if the children are Gunnar's or Trogg's, they are first and always yours above all. You have given them life, and they will be your legacy."
Forging Freyja - Chapter 1
Altorra
Sian Commonality
Capellan Confederation
21 April, 3148
"I know you'll find this hard to believe now, but this is not the worst battlefield you'll face in your time, child."
Freyja McCarron took in a slow, deep breath, then released it as a soft sigh. "I know, Aunt Cat. But that doesn't make it any less daunting. This....this is what I'm trying to avoid. This isn't me."
The woman to her left let out a soft chuckle and blinked slowly, in that relaxing and disarming way that always made Freyja laugh at the irony of the woman's name. Catherine Black, or "Aunt Cat" as Freyja had always known her, had served as a confidante, comrade, and friend to generations of McCarron women. She was a real Nova Cat, trueborn and a veteran of the first Clan invasion, nearly 100 years ago now. She had aged gracefully, and could easily pass for a woman half her age. Though she had left the battlefield behind her, there was still a predatory, powerful, almost feline quality to her bearing still. "Child, as someone who has seen more lifetimes than you can count, trust me, you've seen far too little of your life yet to truly know who you are." She glanced toward the two large doors ahead before continuing, "But I understand the sentiment. That field of battle, the social one, isn't your natural environment. At least not yet."
Freyja let her shoulders sink slightly. "You have a knack for speaking cryptically, Auntie. Strange for a Clan warrior."
Cat smiled. "You forget, child, I was born Nova Cat, and we were known as mad mystics, divining the future through visions and talismans. Even after a century I am not sure how I feel about that. But I have seen enough of the past to know that often times it repeats itself."
Freyja closed her eyes and tried to clear her mind of the worries about what lay on the other side of the two large wooden doors in front of her. She could barely hear the voices and sounds of the goings on of the other side, and she tried for a moment to block them out, seeking a final moment of peace for the evening. "You're not making yourself any clearer"
"I've seen my share of you McCarron women. You've all been similar in some ways, different in others. You though, child, you are the very image of Faith. You have her face, her eyes, her temper. And you look exactly as I imagine she would have in your place now, had I known her at your age."
Cat spoke of Freyja's great-grandmother, Faith. Freyja had never met her, she had died long before Freyja was born, but growing up, Cat had often told her stories of her and their adventures together. She had been a maverick, and the one who started the whole warrior branch of Freyja's family. She had built Castle McCarron nearly a century ago, and even now lay entombed deep below in the family crypt. Several generations of warrior women, and to be fair, plenty of men too, had followed her.
And now here stood Freyja, her great-granddaughter, on her 18th birthday, ready to disappoint all those who assumed she would pick up her ancestors mantle. She would, in a way, just not the way that had been expected of her. The paperwork had already been filed, politely declining the academy spot that would have been handed to her, and no doubt the commission in the Tau Ceti Lancers alongside her mother that would have followed. No, she would not be picking up the family mantle by taking her place as part of some machine, she would do it her own way, as she had to.
She nodded to the man who stood at the door, and he swung it open, revealing the grand ballroom beyond. Freyja stepped cautiously to the threshold, waiting for her cue to advance. The Sergeant at Arms, dressed in the uniform of the Tau Ceti Lancers, turned to face the crowd. "Ladies and Gentlemen, presenting the heiress to the Barony of Tara, the Lady Freyja McCarron!"
Freyja took the cue and stepped through the threshold, pausing for a moment at the top of the steps to survey the crowd, as well as to give them their expected glimpse of the object of the festivities, then slowly descended the steps. Her gown fit her perfectly, as well it should, given the number of times that she had to have it fitted, but nothing about the evening would be left to chance, her mother had made sure of that. It's rich blue fabric perfectly highlighted the icy blue of her eyes. Her golden hair she wore in a long braid, highlighted with white Altorran crystals, that matched her shoes perfectly. No doubt the color combination would start a trend in the upper class fashion scene, with her mother not on planet.
As she reached the bottom of the steps, a man in the dress uniform of a Lieutenant in McCarron's Armored Cavalry walked towards her. His expression was cold, his hair a light brown that didn't quite compliment his eyes the way Freyja's did, though they shared the same icy blue coloration. He slipped his arm in hers, and a slight smile crossed his face as he turned and led her toward the crowd. He leaned his head in slightly as he spoke, "Sister"
Freyja mirrored his nod with her reply, "Angus."
"You know, it's not too late to change your mind and do things properly." So that was going to be his course for the evening. Her brother, older than her by four years, had made clear his thoughts on her spurning of the traditional path set out before her.
She kept her face the image of a graceful smile as her eyes met various of the assembled crowd, nobles, important people of business, and social creatures all. "We've been over this before, Angus. What's proper is for me to find my own way." It had been that way for most of their lives. Angus, the older brother, played the role of dutiful son, taking each step that was expected of him, and excelling at it. Freyja had bucked the path, always questioning, and more than once causing embarrassment for her parents in what she saw as the stale social scene that had become the way of life at Castle McCarron.
"Which doesn't make it any more of a resolved issue, Freyja. Things are arranged. Mother saw to it that you'd have a good start. I know we don't always see eye to eye, but I know you have the tools to make the family proud. But instead you're going to do what? Go on some walkabout? Trade your skills as some kind of sellsword or something? Hitchhike across the Sphere with just your skills as a mechwarrior? Skills, I might add, that you haven't even been properly trained in?"
Freyja opened her mouth to interject, but at that moment, Cat stepped in from Angus' left and subtly gave the pair reason to pause. "I do not care how old and frail I may be, Angus McCarron, I can still deal you a beating for words like that, speaking ill of my training."
Angus deflected with a smile. "Aunt Cat, I meant no disrespect, but you of all people should know what I mean. My sister means to just take off across the Sphere, all to prove something to everyone. It's foolishness."
"No more foolish than running off to Solaris to win fame and fortune. Or run headlong into a Blakist fortress during the fires of the Jihad to save a loved one. Or duel an entire Republic company single-handed during the Crusades. Foolishness like that runs in your blood, child."
He scoffed, "Don't tell me you're on her side with this?"
Cat flashed her disarming blink of the eyes before responding, "For me, there is only one side. I stand behind the McCarron's, as I always have. That meant supporting you on your path, just as it means supporting your sister on hers. You haven't the years of experience dealing with McCarron stubbornness as I have," she said with a wry smile.
Forging Freyja - Chapter 2
Nadir Jump Point
Lahti System
21 November, 3148
Wednesday, January 20, 2021
Ok, so this writer's block is killing me. And the only way to solve writer's block is to....write. So here I am. I've come to the conclusion that my troubles with writing stem from the fact that I've been so terribly emotional over the last few days, and I don't know why. Now, it's all in a positive way, mind you, but it's still a flood of emotion.
This swell of emotion has been palpable. Little things that Sophie does end up blossoming into outbursts of happiness over our relationship. It's like that stage when you're a teen and you're so excited that you have a significant other than even little things make you smile. That's the point I've been at the last few days.
And kids....oh my god, kids. I don't know if it's my biological clock ticking at me or what, but every time I see a cute kid on TV or hear one of my friends comment on some cute little thing they did with their kids, I get this insane desire for kids of my own, almost like a little kid bouncing in anticipation of getting a new toy. I know it sounds crazy, but it's been my life these past few days, and it is distracting as fuck. I know, we should all be so lucky to be distracted by happiness, right?
So I'm doing the only thing I really can, I'm expressing these feelings and getting them out. I'm sure Sophie is sick of me being all mushy all the time, but she's Sophie and so that means she's great about it all. Truth be told, I think whatever I have is a little contagious. I don't mind being happy, I just wish it wasn't so damn distracting!
Thursday, January 7, 2021
Wow. This has been a really crappy 24-48 hours. Wednesday started out on a good note. After I woke up from a post-work power nap, I got down to writing on a new story idea. I was batting concepts back and forth, had sourcebooks open everywhere, and was starting to get down to business. Then life happened. I had the TV on in the background, and suddenly I start hearing about people storming the capitol, and when I get to the TV I see neo-confederate autocrats rampaging throughout the halls of Congress.
From there, I spent the next I don't know how many hours glued to the TV and my Twitter feed watching America falling apart before my very eyes. Sophie was at work until 8, and when she got home we watched things together, going through our own rollercoaster of sadness and anger. At some point, I fell asleep out of sheer exhaustion. Sophie let me sleep for hours, and I think I slept longer and deeper than I have in a very long time.
But I woke up in a funk. Like the rug had been pulled out from under me. I suppose it comes from seeing things that you've obviously taken for granted for a long time suddenly taken away. I know that I'm super lucky to have had Sophie to help me get through it. I'm not sure where my head would be if not for her to lean on.
My hope was that getting back to work would be the key to snapping me back to normal. But of course, the times we live in would have none of that, and sadly we lost a covid patient just minutes into my shift. It snapped me back to reality to be sure, but not in a good way. I'm back home now and feeling better, but still not quite right. Sophie has zonked out for the night, but I know I won't get much sleep tonight. Insomnia comes in waves, I was already on one, and events have not made it better. But I still can't bring myself to really put text on the page either. The ideas are there, but the process just seems forced. I think I'll try to find something distracting on TV.
Tuesday, January 5, 2021
I'm going to try to do this more often, just because I want to write more often, and the only way to get yourself writing is...to write. This past week or so has been such a roller coaster in my life, but all of it in a positive way. I've been super lucky, especially at the end of this year when things are tough for so many. So this isn't to honk anyone off or make anyone feel bad, I've just had a great last couple of days and I wanted to share that with everyone.
Let's get the little stuff out of the way. I got vaccinated a few weeks ago and I'm only a few days from getting my second jab, so yay! By the weekend, our house will be totally vaccinated, and that's a HUGE burden off everyone's shoulders.
Secondly, I submitted a piece to Shrapnel. I know it's a long process, and I probably won't know anything for a while, but I'm super excited. It's not my normal fanfic type of stuff, it's a totally different story that popped into my head after a few people out there gave me a little prodding to submit something. Long term goals are to get a handful of stories in the stable with this new intent in mind, and hopefully something will sprout from all of it. On the plus side, I've gotten lots of encouragement from a lot of really great people--you all know who you are-- and I feel so much better about my writing than I ever have. Writing has always been an outlet for me, but seeing other people react positively to it has been so validating and encouraging.
And then there's the big one. I'm getting hitched! I know it's supposed to be some big pre-planned and staged event, but Sophie and I's was a very natural event. We happened to be sitting on the sofa talking, watching I don't know what on TV, and Sophie is like, "You know, we should get married in the new year." I kind of dismissed it at first, but she was serious, and before I knew it, I had my best friend in the whole entire universe there on a knee in front of me asking me to be her wife forever. There was a lot of hugging, a little crying, and, well, you know the rest.
I actually put it up on Twitter before anything else, and as anyone who knows me in real life, Twitter is my safe place that's a very separate bubble from my family connections and professional life. I don't have family on there, and I don't bring my work on there either. It's a healthy segmentation that works for me and keeps stress to a minimum. I use it to connect with people about everything from Battletech to LGBTQ+ rights to politics to skepticism.
So that left me thinking, how on earth am I going to tell my parents? Now, my parents are sweet and understanding, and I know that my coming out relatively late in life was confusing for them, but they have been so supportive of Sophie and Me every step of the way that I knew it wouldn't be an actual problem, but I was still left with the problem of how to tell them. Covid has turned everything on it's head, so I couldn't stage an innocent little holiday meetup and just slip it in. So finally I just worked up the nerve and called them.
And wow, they were supportive beyond my wildest dreams. I always knew they had come to accept this part of me, but the warmth of their reaction was just such a huge affirmation that it meant the world to me. We talked and laughed and were all happy, and then my mom, being my mom, sprung the question on me...."So when will we be getting grandchildren?"
I brushed the question off at the time, as there really wasn't an answer that I could give by myself, but it got the ball rolling and later that day Sophie and I sat down and had one of the most serious talks we have ever had, which isn't saying much if you know what goofballs we are, but I digress.
It opened up so many questions. I had always assumed I would have kids someday, but as I came to grow comfortable with my sexuality, I kind of put that thought in a box and closed the drawer. But there, talking with Sophie about it, it all melded so naturally. I still wanted kids, and of course I wanted to have them with the love of my life, but how the heck was that possible? For such a big decision, I seriously had never really dived into the mechanics of it. We spent the better part of an evening scouring the internet for resources and ideas and slowly formed a plan in what has to be the most rational instance of deciding to have children ever.
So we have a plan, and a rough timetable, just no firm dates. And of course, everything depends on Covid. But I'm so excited for the year to come for Sophie, and screw 2020, we're going to make 2021 an amazing year. I hope you all have an equally amazing 2021!