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It Ain’t Happening: Here’s Why

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This has been a very difficult post to write, because the news isn’t happy. For all of you who were wondering what of P.D. Singer would show up on TV and YouTube and whatever other venues the Mamie Dowd Eisenhower Library uses for their Off the Page programming, the answer is stark.

Nothing.

The charming librarian who had gone to such lengths to set up the taping on a schedule that worked for us, who had been utterly fascinated by a genre new to her, and who had spent her post-production time shaping the questions and answers into a coherent program, had to notify me that the Powers That Be in the county system had vetoed airing my interview.

Because of the “vivid and erotic descriptions” in my work, and “the potential for giving offence” to the viewership, the folks whose approval she had to gain for that last step declined to air the segment.

Yes, I include sex scenes. Yes, they drive the plot, or they wouldn’t be there. Yes, they are sex scenes between gay men, who apparently are just as persona non grata in this particular county as ever they were before Stonewall.

To say that I’m crushed is to encompass anger, disappointment, and disbelief. Mostly anger. It’s taken me two weeks to write this, just to keep the acid off the screen. And 80% of it isn’t even anger for myself. I am livid that TPTB are unwilling to allow discussion of books that might be of interest to some sizeable plurality of their audience.

Because apparently 100% discussion of the majority isn’t enough, and the delicate flowers who are used to complete domination of the discussion because “that’s the way it should be” ought not be exposed to anything outside their current world view. They’re taxpayers.

So am I. So is every LGBT person in the metro area.

It isn’t that I discussed sex, or said anything inappropriate. Except it seems that the word “gay” is enough to be a problem in some quarters, and the existence of gay sex is potentially so upsetting as to warrant striking the programming.

I actually do know the meaning of the word “Censorship.” I do recognize the difference between private enterprise choosing to accept some things and reject others versus the government’s refusal to allow discussion of a subject. In this case, a local government has chosen to squelch material which clearly fell under the brief of the programming. I am a local author, and even a heavy user of their particular system. I have achieved a bit of success in a genre that portrays love, very much like a quarter or so of their entire collection, and not nearly as explicitly as many books already on their shelves.

My titles are on library shelves around the world: Seattle, Los Angeles, Cleveland, Australia. But not on my home turf.

In no way should blame attach to the librarian, who was also crushed by this decision. She bent over backwards to make this interview happen, and making her be the agent of bad news seemed gratuitously harsh. Her recourse in this was small: she has to work with and for the decision makers, however she feels. I couldn’t have asked for a more invested champion. Alas, her voice was not the voice of authority here.

I am furious on behalf of every person who experiences this kind of silencing because of who they are. I am furious that it was the way of the past, and I am furious that the present hasn’t improved enough to make this sort of event a relic of less enlightened times.

Love comes in more than one color of the rainbow.  Which, apparently, in Broomfield, Colorado, is reason enough for silence.

 

Update on the radio interview–unintentionally otterly chaotic

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This is where I have to admit being slightly unclear on the concept. For some reason, last week’s live interview with Tracy of the Mamie Dowd Eisenhower Library  was lodged firmly in my head as radio. Or podcast. Something aural.

So, I grabbed some books, thinking  I could show them to Tracy as we talked and she would be inspired for questions. And I dressed for a radio interview. Very casually. Not in catchy colors. And no makeup. After all, who would see me? I never dress up for work, where I was headed later, so the only person who’d know would be Tracy and an engineer.

Wrong. Oh wrong. This was TV.

So, about the only thing that went correctly on a visual level was a mass of fluffy blond hair, my trademark, and possibly wilder and fluffier than usual. And the books. I brought Spokes, On Call: the Collection, and Donal agus Jimmy.

Rare Event 5 star reviewI’d sold everything else at Pride. I’d ordered stacks of books from Dreamspinner earlier in the week, but they hadn’t arrived yet, nor had the printer shipped my stock of Otter Chaos. Two of the books, The Rare Event and A New Man, had special ties with this library, since I was inspired to write both by non-fiction I’d picked up there. (They have a rotating display at the top of the stairs, and I read the lower left-hand corner book, no matter what it is. It’s generally interesting.) And I had neither book on hand.

NewMan[A]FSSo, learn from my error. Keep copies on hand at all times: you never know when you’re going to need them. And put ALL the details on the calendar.

The interview will run on local access TV later in the month, and will be available on YouTube. I’ll post links when available so you can all have a giggle at my sartorial distress contrasting with (hopefully) high quality audibles.

Also, we have a winner from last week’s “Guess the title” contest. Trix, check your email. I would totally buy that book.

 

 

Getting nervous–radio interview and a giveaway

NewMan[A]FSTomorrow morning, I’m going up to my local library to tape a radio interview with the lovely librarian Stacy. She was charmed to know I not only obtained reading material at her branch, but plot bunnies. Possibly I may get to tell my story about reading the book in the lower left corner of a particular display, no matter what it is, just to keep my horizons broad. So far this has resulted in two novels and one WIP.

Rare Event 5 star reviewThe books with roots tracing back to that fateful library display are The Rare Event and A New Man. I’m planning to take the books (I had to purchase my own copies for reference, plus some. Plus a lot, actually.) with me, forest of sticky notes and all.

To take my mind off speaking to a microphone, I’ll offer a prize of one copy of your choice of those two books to the winner of the “name that plot bunny” contest. To enter, give a title and a subject for a non-fiction book, real or invented, that might be the book that sparked the WIP.

otter chaos (1)While F*** Like a Mink: the Sex Lives of Mustelids, was not the inspiration for Otter Chaos (Now on preorder at 99 cents, what are you waiting for?), that’s the sort of loopy entry you might offer.

Go wild, and if the winner’s read both possible prizes, we’ll talk. Entries open through Monday, Sept 28 at 11:59 pm.

 

Make me spill it all

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Two opportunities are a’knocking!

One is the giveaway on The Novel Approach–you could be the proud owner of a couple of Mountain books. I’m giving away paperbacks of Fire on the Mountain and Snow on the Mountain, in exchange for a comment. Come on, you know you wanna…

The other is an interview on Jessewave’s, where she’s collecting questions which I will have to answer for a post in November. If you want to know my deep dark secrets or just embarrass the hell out of me (looking at you, John!) here’s your chance to ask. Post by October 18 if you want to see me squirm.

A.B. Gayle wants to know…

A.B. Gayle, best-selling author of Red+Blue (which I am currently reading as my present to self for a book launch) interviewed me over on her blog. She asked some great questions about my tendency toward writing disasters, natural or otherwise. Join us!