Lilith Saintcrow

I finally did it.

I got a MySpace page.

Now, I used to have one, but I closed it down after the fiftieth guy tried to talk me into meeting him at a hotel somewhere. Because he felt a “connection” to me, you know. I don’t know what it is about the Internet that makes people think they can behave that way–maybe the anonymity involved, or something. Dunno. Since then MySpace has come up with some new privacy stuff, which is all to the good. So there it is. We’ll see how it shakes out.

If all else fails I can delete it again.

On to better things. I am a dorky geek fangirl, but we all knew that. My most recent obsession?

Tarzan.

The WB Tarzan, to be specific. One wag labeled it “When Chimps Cry.” The series only lasted eight episodes, but what episodes! Travis Fimmel chimp-kicking a$$. Sarah Wayne Callies beating up perps and bad guys. Miguel Nunez Jr. providing the one-liners. Lucy Lawless and Mitch Pileggi as Tarzan’s uncle and aunt, battling for control of Greystoke.

It was a beautiful thing.

I want to whine to the WB to get it reinstated. Loudly. With much beating of chest. I know the writing left a little to be desired and Tarzan was prettier than Jane and it was the WB so it was angsty and tweenery. I know. Shut up. I know.

*sigh* I just really liked it. It broke a few rules that need to be broken in television. And Travis Fimmel (yes, I KNOW he was an underwear model, shut UP!) actually did quite a good job of playing a guy who knows nothing of society’s rules and likes to sniff Jane’s hair. The chemistry on his part was boiling-hot. I could swing with that character anytime.

Plus, the series is pure Muse crack, as the Selkie and I say. No, really. It is.

Quit laughing. I can geek as hard as the next girl. I’ve proved it.

At least I don’t have a Tarzan T-shirt. Though it does sound nice…

Ahem. In other news, check out Truepenny’s explanation of why publishing isn’t a zero-sum game, piggybacking on an earlier post of Elizabeth Bear’s. This is SO TRUE I think every new writer should read it–and even some old ones. The obsession with zero-sum games in our culture is overwhelming, and it’s hard to keep one’s head when faced with the idea that Someone Else might Steal Something one has Worked So Hard For.

But seriously, I’ve never stopped buying an author I love because another author “stole” me. I’ve stopped buying an author’s work when it deteriorated in quality or when it started repeating itself, or when it degenerated into a mass of cliches obviously hammered together to satisfy a deadline or a corporation’s greedy flogging of a “sure moneymaker.” There is enough of me as a reader to go ’round (God knows my book budget proves it) and the only thing I stop reading an author because of is a lack of quality in the work itself.

And someties, with my comfort food reads, not even that.

So here’s my (totally unnecessary) advice, added on top of Truepenny & Bear’s most excellent (and saying-everything-that-needed-to-be-said) posts.

Write what you love, do it as well as you possibly can, never stop trying and growing…

…and the readers will stick with you. Honest. They will.

Happy Friday, Readers!

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1. Oh, Louisa May. You go, girl.
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