I just heard a report from New York detailing how hospitals are already slammed. They thought the peak would come in two weeks. It’s hitting harder and sooner than expected. We’re all in for it, aren’t we? Yes, I share your creeping anxiety. I going to give you some real talk because I am not a shiny, happy person today. This is urgent and it’s past time to get real.
I’ve gone back and forth, bingeing bad news one day and trying to avoid information overload the next. Of course, it’s not really information that’s overwhelming. It’s our emotions that can rise beyond reason. COVID-19 is coming and hell’s coming with it. If you doubt me, ask China and Italy. They tried to warn us, but many people did not take them seriously. To get this under control, we must be proactive and take serious measures: isolation and confinement for extended periods.
Given my health history, I feel like I have a target on my lungs. My amygdala is packed full of dread. When even the most reasonable experts lay a heavy on you that sounds like the worst of worst-case scenarios, a trip forward in time to when the vaccine exists feels in order. I’m working on a time machine. It’s hard to do much with assorted screwdrivers, a hammer, a box of nails and precious little understanding of quantum physics.
I’ve written a lot about the apocalypse. Though I never intended to depict the future accurately, I think I got This Plague of Days right in some crucial ways. The apocalypse, contrary to what you may have read elsewhere, is not fun. It’s not easy. Chances are excellent that you don’t have a castle with endless supplies of food, guns, and ammo. If you went a little crazy, the closest you’ve come is to have a nigh-infinite supply of toilet paper. As I predicted, “the apocalypse seemed to come slowly at first. Then it was everywhere, all at once.”
Medical personnel do not have enough masks. The call has been sent: If you can sew, make us masks! If you have a 3D printer, we need face shields! There aren’t enough medicines, medical supplies and ventilators to go around.
Because of the lack of preparedness, we do not have enough PPE (personal protective equipment). We will send doctors and nurses into situations where they cannot protect themselves. These are extraordinary people, but they are also ordinary mortals with families and dreams. Many will become infected and go into quarantine. That will deplete our forces combatting the virus.
Worse, we may even reach a point where hospital staff declares, “If you can’t protect us, we shouldn’t be here.” That’s the most chilling possibility. I heard it for the first time today and I thought, I’m surprised I haven’t heard that before. Should it come to that, those doctors and nurses who elect to retreat will not be wrong. It is not for any of us to determine the depth of someone else’s sacrifice.
I used to be a health care practitioner. My regulatory body came up with a stupid emergency plan after SARS hit Toronto. The powers that be stood up on their hind legs and said that in signing up to be a healthcare practitioner, I automatically got drafted to first-responder status. No one told me that they’d be sending around a truck to take us to work in hospitals. I just wanted to get off the corporate ladder to rehab strained necks and torn shoulders. Even if I were to accept their stupid premise, my family didn’t sign up for this. Glad I retired and left that field of battle.
However, like it or not, on some level we are all in this war against the virus. If you are non-essential personnel, please self-isolate. You’ve heard it all before, yet there are still selfish people who remain defiant and dumb. They are putting many lives at risk. My life is at risk. It so incredibly frustrating to watch so many unforced errors take us down.
I would attempt to end this piece on a hopeful note, but that is not how I’m feeling this evening. I will have a different message tomorrow. All I have for you now is, please, self-isolate. If you are in quarantine, I know it sucks but please stay there. Do not be casual about this pandemic just because COVID-19 hasn’t hit you personally yet. In some way, it soon will.
Tomorrow, I’ll give you reason to hope. Tonight, I want us all to stew a little in the juices of personal responsibility. We all have a part to play in this war. Some are bound to fight on the front lines. For the rest of us, our duty is to help each other, self-isolate and stay out of the way of the many dedicated professionals who, as I write this, are trying to save the world.
As I write this, it’s July 1. I’m in a coffee shop. Some smooth jazz is going down easy in the background as my caffeine boost brings me up. And I’m grateful. It’s been a year since I left the day job that was killing me so I could devote all my time to writing books. And here’s the kicker: I probably couldn’t do this if I lived somewhere else. Canada supports the arts and, indirectly, my art.
Before anyone complains about taxes…
Due to 2018 being a weird year financially, I had to work out a payment plan to pay my taxes. However, I’m getting my money’s worth from my country. A year ago I had emergency eye surgery to save the vision in my left eye. This spring I got hit hard by pneumonia and, aside from the $8 for the taxi to the hospital, the ordeal cost me nothing. It would have been free if I’d had to call an ambulance. We take care of each other.That’s a good sign of a healthy society.
Unfortunately, many of my friends have to choose between medical care and paying the rent or buying food or paying off exorbitant student loans. They spend a lot of time scared. What if that’s not a bump? What if it’s a lump? When life-saving insulin costs so much, how much do they dare ration their medication? None of these friends are Canadian.
The Delusion
It’s a popular notion that starving artists make great art. It’s taken as a given that food insecurity is a motivator. No, please don’t try to craft a virtue out of cruelty. When you have to worry about the basics, all other endeavors suffer. Stress and suffering are not noble. Requiring stress and suffering of others doesn’t make anyone a hard-charging go-getter. When art happens in egregious conditions, it’s not because of the egregious conditions. That value bubbles up despite horrible circumstances.
Suffering is poison. The pushy tech-bro is anti-life. The outlier story of the rugged individualist who owes nothing to anyone is propaganda. It’s the lie that tells people who already have two jobs that they’ll be worthy of love and their families will be safe if only they’d work just a little harder. The mania of constant overwork does not serve humans. We are not robots but the propagandists would have people work like machines, at least until they can be replaced by machines.
Think you can live on your own and don’t need anybody else to succeed? Actually, we’re all in this together. Businesses need a healthy economy supported by people making a living wage and paying taxes. Think of yourself as a rugged individualist? When your retina tears spontaneously as mine did last year, are you going to perform the surgery with a mirror, a butter knife, and a welding kit? I don’t think so, Butch.
It’s not a little ironic that abrasive guru Gary Vaynerchuk says, “Fear kills growth.” Fear of disease, illness, and failure to care and provide for our loved ones kills more growth than any uncompromising motivational speech can overcome. We are all worthy of love, whether we’ve “earned” it or not. Suffering is poison, but so is the conviction that you can’t be seen until you’re rich and famous.I do work hard, but any success that may come my way will not rise from the pain of another.
Don’t wait until people are famous to love them.
There’s a common expression I despise: “So-and-so is doing well.” That’s code for, “So-and-so is making a lot of money.” Okay, good for them. But is so-and-so doing any good? Your worth isn’t all in your wallet.If that were true, late-stage capitalism would ensure only a handful of people are worthy of love and care.
Despite my frustrations, I’m not here to condemn anyone. I’m writing today to express my love for the benefits of living in Canada. It’s a stretch for me to pay my taxes this year in particular, but better that than saddled with a crippling medical debt that would bankrupt me if I lived elsewhere.
To paraphrase George Carlin, it makes sense to be glad to be Canadian. Pride overlooks the fact that my citizenship is an accident of birth. I was lucky enough to be born here. I didn’t earn my citizenship. That’s why I’m also glad to say that we take in many immigrants. People who work hard to get here and gain citizenship earn what I have the privilege of taking for granted.
Apologies
Canada is not perfect.Like any country, Canada has problems. Those frets need to be addressed but we’ve got a lot of love around hereto help fuel the solutions.As long as care and compassion are guiding principles, we surely can’t go too far wrong.
I am so grateful that our country is not seen as a great power full of threats. Instead, our reputation is that of a people who are so polite we apologize too much. Better to say sorry too often than not at all.
I’m a writer in Canada, feeling safe, sound and productive.
Yes, if you look closely you’ll see my autographed photo of Kevin Smith.
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I have revised 20,000 words of Bright Lights, Big Deal. I have 93,000 to go. I’ll probably end up cutting a lot of that down. For every book I write, I keep an ODDS file. In this file, I put all my deleted passages, the boring bits, the inappropriate bits and stuff that doesn’t work or serve the story.
I wrote Bright Lights, Big Deal a very long time ago, before This Plague of Days. It’s been interesting to see what I did then and how I’d do things differently now. The differences are fairly subtle most of the time. The later, genre stuff is more action-oriented. I’d say my main sin from back in the day is that my prose was too Canadian. By that I mean there was too much emphasis on character rather than plot movement. I like it when a lot of stuff is happening and character is revealed in reaction to the action.
Same thing happened with This Plague of Days. Originally, it was a plague novel but it was not a zombie novel. I wrote the first book with no zombie content. It was more about society falling apart and how the disaster affected one family. As I wrote and revised and wrote and revised, I added more action because (shrug and smile): too Canadian. (I wanted to write something commercial with the literary aspect in the background.)
There isn’t much Canlit I really like. I have a Robertson Davies reference in Amid Mortal Words. I liked Atwood’s Oryx and Crake but couldn’t get through The Handmaid’s Tale. The Canadian sci-fi I read was Spider Robinson, Robert J Sawyer, and William Gibson.
The writing I love is mostly from American writers: Heinlein, Truman Capote, Stephen King, and William Goldman. (I went through a Norman Mailer phase in university but got past it.)
Who are the authors you most admire? What books are on your must-read or must-read-again list?
My top ten list is:
1. The Color of Light by William Goldman. 2. The Stand by Stephen King. 3. In Cold Blood by Truman Capote (loved all the movies, too, but especially the version with Phillip Seymore Hoffman.) 4. Boys and Girls Together by William Goldman. 5. The Princess Bride (Goldman again for the win.) 6. Portnoy’s Complaint by Philip Roth. 7. Oryx and Crake by Margaret Atwood. 8. The Hot Zone by Richard Preston (the only book that ever truly scared me) 9. The Tommyknockers by Stephen King (wild card choice a lot of fans wouldn’t put in their top ten but I loved it and learned a couple of writing tricks from it, too.) 10. Stephen King On Writing, more for the biography than the writing advice. I’ve read it once and listened to it twice.
I’m looking at favorite books I didn’t write, of course. Choosing favorites from my backlist is like asking me to choose a fave child.
I’m on the wrong career track. I want to write for a living but I want to write stories that last.
What I learned at the Banff School of Fine Arts:
I’m much funnier than they gave me credit for in university. Maybe that was because I wasn’t so angry all the time as soon as I got out of journalism school.
What I learned in my 20s:
I used to believe a bad thing: Pay your dues. Be patient. Wait your turn.
(What was implied: “This has nothing to do with keeping us up by keeping you down.”)
What I learned in my 30s:
I wanted to be a spiritual person for the comfort. It didn’t stick because I looked honestly at all the suffering.Also, I unlearned the lesson from my 20s. Underestimating me and keeping me a second-class citizenwas always about fulfilling other people’s dreams.
What I learned in my 40s:
My kids redefined love for me. They expanded my capacity.
What I’ve learned in my 50s:
Not everyone who acts like a friend really is. Unfortunately, learned that lesson before but I think this time I really get it. Betrayal sucks and sticks.Not everyone you meet along the way will stay by your side. For those who do, we cherish and support each other. We stick together.
What I know now:
Dream bigger. Ask for help. Work like hell to make it happen.
I have yet to learn:
Forgiveness. Yes, I hold grudges. In AFTER Life, the flawed hero admits that he supposes he must have forgiven somebody once but he can’t think of a single example of having done so.That’s me. I’m not sure that forgiveness is something I want to learn, either. If someone treats me badly, shouldn’t heightened vigilance and isolation simply be called learning? People can make mistakes and I’ll let that go, of course. (I’m Canadian.) But when malice is involved? Hell, no.
Please note: The Night Man has just been released.
It’s about a wounded warrior who returns home to the shady side of small-town America. Earnest “Easy” Jack just wanted to come home to train guard dogs and be left alone. Then his father got kidnapped. Between a billionaire’s bomb plot and dirty cops, Easy has hard problems to solve.
You can grab it now at this link or wait until tomorrow, Saturday, January 12, for fan pricing (read: free)! Either way, enjoy!
And now, on with the nigh hopelessly ambitious list of what I plan for 2019. (I said nighhopeless, dammit!)
1. Revise and publish the huge vampire novel I’ve got banked. 2. Revise and publish the huge literary novel I’ve got banked. (Or submit it to a publisher. Since it’s more literary, trad pub may be the way to go.) 3. Revise and publish my next Hit Man novel I’ve got banked (working on that now). 4. Publish The Night Man, my new crime thriller. I’ll do that this week. 5. Write and publish the sequel to The Night Man, launching in November. 6. Publish a big book and a novella under a pen name (in progress). 7. Publish six anthologies (five stories each). 8. Revise and prepare three books for publication that will finally go wide, off the Amazon platform. (Here comes Kobo, Apple, etc.,…! 9. Learn how to make my AMS ads work using Dave Chesson’s course. 10. Figure out how to use Machete properly. 11. Blog three times a week, twice on AllThatChazz.com, once on ChazzWrites.com. 12. Set up the website and email etc for the launch of the pen name. 13. Write a paranormal thriller trilogy with Armand Rosamilia (the first book’s already done.) 14. Contribute 10-minute segments to the Mando Method Podcast (all about writing and publishing). 15. Send out a newsletter once a month and build my email list. (Yes, I have some ideas on that I got from Seth Godin.) 17. Facebook Live, every second Wednesday night at 8 p.m. EST.
I’m writing full-time but this list is too ambitious, isn’t it? Fetal position.
Recently I was struck by a post by someone telling us what not to say. The plea came as a strike against cultural appropriation. This can be a dangerous path. Here’s how I navigate this debate when I’m writing fiction.
Monoculture is boring
Literary society in the West has been too monochromatic for too long. By that I mean it’s been filled with white people telling stories solely about white people. White guys owned the big publishing companies. Most women who worked in traditional publishing were either on the front line selling books in bookstores, writing books or in the editorial end of the business. There were not a lot of people of color in that mix.
In the ’80s in Canada, a marginalized group of writers came up with an idea that did not fly. They proposed that white people should only write about white people. Leave other cultures alone, thank you very much, and let minorities and the oppressed tell their own stories. The response at that time was basically that writers of any color or creed should write what they want. It’s up to readers to decide whether they will buy it. We shouldn’t self-censor (or be “pushed around”) depending on how you felt about the demand.)
In recent years, this idea has resurfaced and gained steam. The tac is slightly different now. The phrases you’ll see frequently focus on the following phrases: “not your stories to tell,” “cultural appropriation,” and “check your privilege.” I am a bit conflicted about this because most people who feel this way are not trying to censor me. They are trying to be sensitive to a history of colonization where white guys feel entitled to own everything or exploit anything. Yeah, that’s not good.
But what about reflecting the world as it is?
In a recent review of Brooklyn Nine-Nine, the folks at Pop Culture Happy Hour praised the show for the writers’ depiction of Captain Holt, a gay African American man who dealt with homophobia as he climbed the ranks of the NYPD. It’s a fine comedy that somehow navigates these waters in a way everyone loves. Holt is gay, but that’s not a joke. He’s black, but that’s not a joke. These are aspects of his identity that are treated sensitively. His personhood is not denied, watered down, stereotypical or incidental.
That success is quite a contrast to the short shrift female characters got in Star Trek (both the original and TNG). I loved STTNG, yes. However, I rarely felt they wrote well for women. I guess this is my way of pointing out that when we write women and minorities well, it’s rightly celebrated. Perhaps the problem is that it’s not done well often enough.
The loss of representation
Years ago I watched a John Travolta movie that everyone has probably forgotten. White Man’s Burden was released in 1995. Here’s the description: “In an alternate universe, successful African-Americans live in gated communities, while impoverished Caucasians populate crime-ridden inner-city ghettos.”
The best of this film was how it turned our world on itself. A white child clicks the remote on the TV. She sees no one of her race on television. She is not represented at all in mainstream culture and it’s clear she has no place among the elite, celebrated or wealthy. In another scene, a black clothing designer comes out on the stage surrounded by a gaggle cute little white kids. It’s a great satire and a righteous skewering of cultural norms. Using cute little black children as props used to be a real thing.
I’m old enough to remember commercials for fast food outlets that were segregated. You could go to the black McDonald’s or the white McDonald’s but the streams did not cross.
What happens when we cross the streams. I imagine racists imagines it would the same as the worry from Ghostbusters: “It would be bad… Try to imagine all life as you know it stopping instantaneously and every molecule in your body exploding at the speed of light.”
Geek cred achieved. Back to racism and perceived racism in literature…
Reality is diverse. Fiction should be, too.
I want my novels (yes, even and especially the science fiction) to reflect our world. Mirroring reality is how fiction works. Recognizing a familiar context is how strong fiction connects to readers. For instance, much of the feedback I have received on AFTER Life is so positive because it takes place in our world. Readers dig the story because “it could happen.” It’s a zombie apocalypse novel that starts when we lose control of nanotechnology. Diversity of the series’ cast and realistic details allow the suspension of disbelief.
I’m a white guy who is a member of a mixed race family. I don’t claim any special insight into Asian culture. However, I want Asian characters and black characters in my stories because diversity reflects our world. Though some might say I should censor myself, that would take away one of my writing tools.
Any agent will tell you they don’t want yet another story about middle-aged white guy existential angst. I’m open to all kinds of stories and I don’t want to limit myself. I want my fiction to roam free in the literary universe. How would self-censorship end? I guess I’d have to mimic Portnoy’s Complaint with an Irish protagonist for the rest of my life. No, that’s not going to work.
Fragmentation into more monocultures isn’t going to bring about world peace. Diversity and representation across cultures might solve a lot of problems, though.
All that stipulated, I don’t aspire to offend with the (other) F-word, the R-word or the N-word. I don’t want to tell a First Nations story that is too far outside of my experience. However, I can write characters from varied backgrounds without poaching their experience or plagiarizing their fables.
One of my favorite characters from This Plague of Days was a black South African woman living in England. Dr. Chloe Robinson from AFTER Life is the engineer behind AFTER. Joshua, in my new thriller, is an American of Philippine heritage who lives on the wrong side of the law. The physiotherapist who emerges to play a key role in Dream’s Dark Flight is an African American woman. I’m writing these characters like people we all know. These are, in most respects, ordinary people places in extraordinary circumstances: no Mary Sues, no othering, no idealization and no racist stereotypes.
I want to write compelling fiction. Real world details provide a context that makes the fantastical elements believable. I live in a diverse world and I want readers of many backgrounds to be able to see themselves in the pages of my books. I think I can achieve that aim with sensitivity because my intent is pure. I’m pretty sure most readers recognize that.
A writer’s experience does inform their writing but I’m far less interested in the writer than the writing. There is a mistake around the consumption of fiction that is quite common. Readers assume writers of erotica are all sexpots and if you write action adventure, it would be best if you’re a male ex-CIA operative. That’s not only silly given the vast research resources available, it divides and limits us. The ghettoization of literature is not good for readers.
Ghettoization. Hm. Aye, there’s the rub. Balkanization might be a better word choice but maybe not. Some readers look for opportunities to be offended and others actually enjoy the self-righteous high condemnation yields. Take the word ghetto. Boombox is the preferred term because ghetto has racist undertones. However, if you assumed ghetto has a racist subtext against blacks, you might be triggered for the wrong reasons. Here’s the quick internet pull on that complex etymology: Early 17th century; perhaps from Italian getto ‘foundry’ (because the first ghetto was established in 1516 on the site of a foundry in Venice), or from Italian borghetto, diminutive of borgo ‘borough.’ Ghettoization was originally aimed at Jews.
We must also recognize that the cultural rules change and not everyone gets the memo at the same speed. Twice in the last three months, I noticed someone objecting to the cultural appropriation implied with the use of the phrase “spirit animal.” This was news to me but I’m glad to avoid its use. That particular phrase didn’t come up in my lexicon often and I’m not invested in offending anyone. (I’d also appreciate getting the benefit of the doubt if I screw up due to sheer ignorance of the shifting tides.)
There are also folks who are a little too interested in defending their privilege in the name of anti-censorship. I hope you feel by now that my position is more nuanced than that. There are those who will say that language that ingrains racist stereotypes may not be helpful but it’s not important enough for them to worry about. In other words, we are wasting our time or are too sensitive. Snowflakes, for short.
I don’t agree with that, either.
As John Cleese has said, snowflake is a term used to devalue the virtue of empathy. All language, messaging, art and nuance matter. 1984 taught us that words have the power to shape ideas or destroy them. If you mislabel a government shutdown as a strike, for instance, you’re trying to deceive someone.
Writers and readers respect language. Is the potential for cultural appropriation implied in “spirit animal” more important than the ongoing water poisoning crisis in Flint, Michigan? That tragedy is rooted in racism and no, a spirit animal meme is not life and death. However, we spend an average of eighteen minutes just trying to find something to watch on Netflix. Surely, we can try to solve both those problems and many more.
Don’t get too distracted by people who don’t have time to worry about minor racial offences. Most of those people aren’t really worried about the major abominations, either. They’re just trying to skate on civil rights violations and don’t give a single shit about the brown and black people poisoned in Flint.
The good news
Fortunately, since around 2009 forward, we are in a new era of writing and publishing. There is more meritocracy, more diversity and less gatekeeping that insisted on too much monoculture. A privileged elite is not steering the cultural bus anymore. They’ve been replaced by more options from smaller operators in a fragmented marketplace of ideas.
The new world of books offers a wider and more varied experience. Representation by more and varied authors is here and their characters will reflect that diversity, too. I’m glad. That’s the world I want my kids to live in. I didn’t care for the world when artificial divisions erected barriers to mutual understanding and love.
I will continue to include characters of different races, faiths, beliefs, sexual orientation and gender identities. Any character inside or outside of fiction can be relatable to an open heart. People who object to inclusiveness in favor of a white monoculture don’t interest me. If a racist world makes them feel more comfortable, their amygdalas are hijacked. Those readers are not among the demographics I wish to serve. That’s okay. There are plenty of other readers and I suspect there are more of them with each new generation.
Last night I was writing late. It was New Year’s Eve. At midnight, I got up from the keyboard very briefly to hug my wife. Then back at it. It is tempting to make resolutions but habits are better. Mornings are for coffee and writing. Afternoons are for revisions and marketing. I try to eat clean, cut back on the carbs and get to the gym.
Those are the basics and they don’t vary for holidays. Rain or shine, I’m at bat, swinging for the fences. I love to read fiction and write fiction. This is my happy heaven. I have several manuscripts to revise and new thrillers to publish so 2019 will be a very busy year.
I hope you have a heaven on Earth, too. It’s a tenuous state. Going through some scary medical tests, I ate my feelings and soothed myself with too many carbs. That didn’t help, of course. (Actually, it did help but the soothing endorphin effect was temporary.)
I’m back to the routine. “Routine” sounds boring, but the writing life is never boring. I’m creating worlds, reflecting this world and listening to the many voices in my head have fascinating and funny conversations.
Wherever you are, I hope you have a reading life and I wish you a fantastic 2019. There’s much work to do, but it’s not all grim grind. We can work toward saving the planet and escape into books when we need a break from being superheroes.
Cheers!
Chazz
PS Speaking of heroes, my new crime thriller, The Night Man, launches later this week. This roller coaster is packed with action and jokes as we delve into intrigue and betrayal is rural Michigan. Watch this space (and subscribe!) Thanks.
