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Do Me a Favour?

18/7/2019

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Good morning, Readers!
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Nabbed this awesome banner from https://steam.cryotank.net.
Last night I streamed my first stream of Far Cry Primal.  Thus far it's a great game.  But the game play is not what I'm talking about here.

I'm here to talk about what happened in-stream.  Which is to say, my mic cut out.  It wouldn't be an SMC Awkwardly Plays if there wasn't some sort of technological disaster.  Here's the thing, though.  The mic cut, and no one said anything.  I'm streaming.  I can't tell, because I'm not hearing the stream fired back at me.  It would be impossible to play if it was.

People did come into the stream.  I could see it in the watch count.  But then they left again, likely because it was apparently just a silent game play.  For, like, two hours.

UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHH!

Anyway I have a favour to ask.  If ever you drop by one of my live streams, and you can't hear me talking, just let me know, 'cause chances are, my mic is fucking up again.  I'm always babbling about nonsense (or sometimes musing to myself, particularly if I'm sneaking).

Anyway, if you can't hear me, for the love of all things good and green in this world, tell me!

Right, that's all I've got for you today.  I have to go now and do some writing things.  Have yourselves a great day.

​Ciao!
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What Skyrim Can Teach Us About World-Building

17/7/2019

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Good morning, Readers!

I'm over on Black Gate Magazine today, talking about one of my favourite games, and how writers could learn from it.
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No one who knows me is surprised when I say I love video games. I’ve written about them previously for this very site. I think it’s hard to overstate just how much I adore video games (specifically narrative-focused games). The one game that got me to buy my first console and actually dive head-first into gaming was Bethesda Studio’s epic addition to their Elder Scrolls series, Skyrim.

This open world game lets you go anywhere, and do pretty much anything. Best of all, it has dragons (which you can kill and steal their souls to fortify your own powers [insert evil laugh]). Loving video games, but without a PC (my home computer is a Mac) or a console, I resorted to watching other folks have fun with them on YouTube. I stumbled across a Let’s Play of Skyrim, and after three episodes, I knew I had to play it for myself. I saved like a madwoman, bought myself a console, and Skyrim.

And I was never heard from again (not really. I did not ignore my responsibilities… but it was close!).

Skyrim proved to be everything I had been promised. It was epic in scope, the combat was fun, the dragons were amazing, and it let you play however you would like.

For the record, I always play in first person, and my build is always a bosmer (wood elf), whose strengths lie in archery and sneaking. There’s something ridiculously satisfying about sniping fools from the shadows with a good bow.

Read more.

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Back To It

16/7/2019

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Good morning, Readers!
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Found this image on wallpaperplay.com. I really like it, because there's something vaguely sinister about it, and the idea that something otherwise portrayed as whimsical is actually sinister makes me happy.
I am almost all caught up on the things I should have gotten done over the weekend.  The articles I should have written during that time were written yesterday.  One will be published this morning (and linked to by me tomorrow, because I'm too lazy to write another blog post), and the other will be published Thursday or so.  I'll link to that one on Monday, because, again, it's a good excuse not to write a blog post that day.

Unfortunately, of course, that means that I wasn't able to write my manuscript at all.  This makes me sad, but maybe it also has its uses.  When I'm exhausted, my brain doesn't function nearly so well as it should.  Taking a break from my main gig in that circumstance may help with the quality control.  Also, it might give me some time for the next part of the story to brew in the back of my mind, giving me a better writing session when I sit down.

That's actually why I give myself the weekend off from writing.  That, and my weekends are usually so full I'm exhausted by the time they end.  There's no time to write on the weekends.

So, hopes are high that today's writing session will be fruitful.  That said, I'm also still quite tired, so I'll be pleased to reach my goal of one thousand words.  If I hit my usual two thousand, that will be just a bonus.  Or that's the mindset I'm trying to maintain.  With writing having gone so well up until now, I will be a bit disappointed if I don't manage to keep the pace.

Anyway, I have to go do the writing thing now.  Hope you all have a lovely day.

​Ciao!
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A Really Bad Case of Overwhelm

15/7/2019

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Good morning, Readers!
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Scored this from wallpapersafari.com. It's rather peaceful, I think.
The past few weeks have been going wonderfully well.  I've been writing two thousand words a day consistently on my writing days.  I'm getting to a quarter of the way through the manuscript.  It's been great.  I've been streaming on time.  I've been editing the videos and getting them out. in good time.  I've been teaching, and training, and it's all been so good.

So naturally, I crashed hard.  By the time Friday rolled around, I was battling a panic attack, which, thankfully, never actually became a full-blown attack.  I had to cancel all of my plans, not least of all because OC Transpo took two hours to get me home from teaching Friday night, and so had to cancel Saturday morning's plans so I could do the things I was supposed to do Friday night.

To the surprise of no one who has been utterly overwhelmed, none of it got done.  I went to bed Friday night, and did not wake until almost 2pm Saturday afternoon.  Then, because I just couldn't do much else, I binged YouTube videos, and then slept more.

Saturday, I also got a huge reaction to something on my neck.  I have an awful outbreak there, which I'm currently trying to hide with too much make-up.  I have no idea what I could have reacted to, and am fairly convinced that it's all related to being so thoroughly overwhelmed.

Yesterday was much better.  I actually did things.  Not the things I was supposed to, mind, but I was functioning.  I practiced my guitar for the first time in too long, and even managed to go out for an extra long run.  The day was cool enough for a long run in the afternoon.  While I ran a little slower than usual, I felt pretty good during the run, and better after.

It didn't really take care of the feeling of being overwhelmed, but it was at least something.  Nothing I needed to do got done this weekend.  I'm pissed about it, but there's nothing for it, I suppose.  I was utterly unable to function on the weekend.

That does mean, however, that I have my work cut out for me today.  I won't be writing today, though I'm itching to.  I mean, i won't be writing my manuscript today.  I will be writing.  I have a blog post due today that will be going out tomorrow.  Ordinarily, I'd have brainstormed a topic, but I'm dry.  I've got nothing.  I'm angry about that too, but I know from experience that it's a side-effect of being overwhelmed.  My mind ceases to function.  Most of what I have to do today is come up with a topic, and then write it.

I also have to write a Sassy Review for Shadow of Mordor, which will happen as soon as the article for Black Gate Magazine is written.

Right, I should stop procrastinating and get to it.  Hope you're all having a fantastic day.

​Ciao!
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Let's Talk About Masculinity

10/7/2019

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Good morning, Readers!

At risk of inviting all manner of hostility, let's talk about masculinity. *cue dramatic music*

For the record, this was prompted by a recent arrival on my Twitter feed.  One of the images I remembered from many years ago, which had prompted so many arguments about what was and was not masculine.  I figured I'd tackle it here, because the question of masculinity and how it is performed carries weight; it influences and is influenced by fiction.

But first, the images on my Twitter feed that sparked my brain:
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My brain did weird things the minute I saw this. The second image, by the way, was the one I had seen before now.
Okay, so the second image is the one that I am certain I had seen before.  It was posted on some site or other, and it sparked a raging debate in the comments.

By and large, most of the women in the comments were crooning about the image and how handsome the man in it looked.  Enter the others.  Mostly men, but definitely some women, started to pile in on how effete the model was.  Long hair and fanciful hairstyles are not masculine.  That stuff is for women.

Except... LOL, no.

The idea that short hair is masculine is actually really, really recent.  It dates back to the war, when soldiers had to crop their hair in an effort to control lice; a huge problem when people are stuck in trenches together in less than ideal situations with less than ideal hygiene.  There was a dedicated campaign to equate this new, short hair with things considered traditionally masculine - toughness, strength, owning a penis.  You know, the ideals of that are held up as paragons of masculinity.[1]

This isn't to say that men before then did not crop their hair, particularly for practical reasons (Alexander the Great had his soldiers crop their hear and shave their beards so that they couldn't be grabbed by the enemy, for example).[2]  However, generally speaking, men used to wear their hair long.

As for the fanciful hair styles, let me let you in on a little secret.  It's a secret that might shock the very posters who derided the model for creating these elaborate hairstyles for himself, particularly since it is about a culture such people often celebrate as paragons of masculine representation.  I'm talking, of course, about the Celts.  Men often wore their hair long, and often took the time to put that hair up in braids and curls, and decorate it with gold and bronze rings and other decorations.  Yes, that's right.  Men styled their hair; they dyed it blond (bleached with lime water), curled it or pulled it back so that it might resemble a horse's mane or tail.[3]

In fact, the first thing I thought of when I first saw the above model and his beautiful hair was - Celt.  That's what popped into my head.  I was not far off.  He also dies his hair blond.

Long hair on both men and women was pretty much the norm.  The length of hair had nothing to do with masculinity.  In fact, it was considered desirable for men to have long hair.  It makes sense, when you think about it.  Having long hair requires good health, good nutrition, and rest.  Long, beautiful locks are an important signal to potential partners that the owner of those locks is healthy and hale, and probably has really good genetics, to be honest.  This is true for both men and women.

Here's the thing, the Celts, this warrior people who once inspired fear in all of Europe, were quite vain.  They were conscious of their hygiene, they spent a great deal of time on their appearance.  This is true of the men, by the by, not just the women.  Celtic men, it seemed, liked to feel beautiful.  This did not impact their masculinity in any way whatsoever.  In fact, their masculinity might have depended upon it.  There are records of laws that state that a woman may divorce her husband for a variety of reasons, including losing sexual interest in him or if he could no longer sexual satisfy her.[5]  It was in the man's best interest to keep himself beautiful.

This also appears true of the vikings, who seem to be the spiritual successors of Celtic vanity, though, granted, I know an awful lot less about them than the Celts.  It's not my area of expertise.

The point I'm trying to make here is that the visual cues of masculinity that we've become used to in the modern era - the short hair, the tanned skin, and some of the performative aspects - the disregard of one's appearance (or the pretense of it), are not inherently masculine.  They're modern constructs.  In fact, a great deal of "traditionally" (HAH!) masculine traits, both physical and performative are not actually inherently masculine.

So, what is?

Well, nothing really.  Like femininity, masculinity comes in all shapes and presentations.  I can see how this can cause problems for those who require definitive definitions for everything (like the commentators I had previously mentioned).  Generally speaking, masculinity is not any particular trait.  What makes a man a man isn't a set of behaviours or a certain appearance.

Near as I can tell, what makes a man manly is the man's own confidence in himself.  Nothing more.  Nothing less.


How that translates into one's writing is up to the writer, really.  I tend to write men who are entirely themselves, and don't pay much mind to the constructs of masculinity.  They don't try too hard to be masculine.  They refuse to perform it, if any part of that performance is not genuine.  In fiction, as in my life, male characters who are clearly performing masculinity makes my eyes roll.  I don't care for it.  It makes that character immediately unlikable.  That might be just me.  Clearly there are a large number of people who are totally invested in men performing their version of masculinity.

Still, people who refuse to perform masculinity in this way are gaining a lot of momentum in the social consciousness.  Think Keanu Reeves, who appears to be a sweet soul, Tom Hiddleston and Dan Reynolds, both of whom have shed tears publicly, Taron Egerton, who refuses to kill his affection for his friends and tells them they're gorgeous... all these people have dedicated, adoring fans, and appear to be gaining momentum and praise without performing masculinity as we're used to seeing it.  They are simply men, who are apologetically their sensitive, silly, soulful selves.

So far, writing men this way has worked for me.  I've gotten a lot of compliments on how I write men (which I still find bizarre.  I'm hardly an expert on the subject).

Still, the subject of masculinity is fraught, with a goodly amount of vitriolic backlash levelled at people who do not perform it well enough (in many, many cases).  What it is, and who embodies it is far from agreed upon.  I'm fairly certain that I've only helped muddy the waters with this post.  I'm okay with this.

All a writer can do in situations like these is to write and hope they're doing it correctly.

What do you think?  I'd love to know how you consider masculinity in your writing (or in life, really).  Be warned, though, I will not tolerate abuse on this site.  Any comments I deem unacceptable will be deleted for any reason I see fit.
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This One Is Just Working

9/7/2019

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Good morning, Readers!
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Found this one on jooomshaper.com. I want this on canvas on my wall.
Well, things are going swimmingly, thanks for asking.  I did the writing thing yesterday, and hit another two thousand words.  I'm now one fifth of the way through the manuscript, fast approaching a quarter of the way through.

I'm not sure if anything I've written is any good.  I don't go back to reread more than a paragraph or two, and then only to find my place and direction and get back into the flow of things.  First drafts are meant to be rough anyway, and it's more important that I get the story written and finished at this point in the manuscript's life.

I'm having a lot of fun with this one.  There are witches.  I've not written witches into a story before.  I'm including and mixing up so much of Celtic myth and legend in this, and then adding my own theories, and it's just a giant bowl of slightly gritty weirdness.  I love how dark and twisted it can get, how it plays with ideas of what good and evil actually are, and who is good and why.  I'm particularly fond of how I've explained magic in this, and mixed ideas of magic and tech.

This book was supposed to just be a fun diversion from the other series I'm currently writing.  I did not expect to get this into it, or have such fondness for it.  But here we are.  I'm excited about this series, and I'm super keen to get it out into the world.  It is my hope that I'll have the first book submission ready for Can-Con this year in October.

I'm also hoping to have the first book of The Great Man series ready to go by then, too.  With luck, I'll have notes back from both the writer friends of mine who are currently tearing the thing to shreds in time to fix it all up by then.

With two books to pitch, I'm probably going to have to decide which one I will actually pitch, but I would very much like to have both ready.  Maybe I might get lucky and will be able to pitch both.  We'll see.

Anyway, I'm still enamoured with the Avalon series, even though I don't have a decent title for any of them.  I should really get that sorted.  I'm usually pretty good with titles.

Welp, that's enough gushing.  I should be getting back to work.  Have yourselves an awesome day.

​Ciao!
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Was It Her, Or Nah?

8/7/2019

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Good morning, Readers!
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I nabbed this one from wall.alphacoders.com. Because everyone needs a naked lady on horse.
So, something has been bothering me for months.  Literally months.  Like, ever since Ottawa ComicCon.

That's this:

A young woman walked past the table I was sharing with Renaissance Press in a costume... a costume that made me do a double take.  Of most note, she was wearing a skin, which I think was coyote.  The head was on hers, like a helmet, and the rest of the skin fell down her back, in a kind of cloak.

Also of note, she wore blue face paint.

Now, I have a character who wears a similar cloak, only it's wolf pelt.  She wears blue war paint on her face.  It's Seraphimé, of course, from my two part fantasy The Seraphimé Saga.  She's a badass daughter of the north, who takes on an invading empire in order to assure her people stay free.

For half a second, I thought of her as this young woman walked past.  Then immediately dismissed it.  I'm not known.  Few people have read my stuff.  There is no way in hell that anyone (except for my flatmate, let's be honest), who would cosplay as one of my characters.

Right?

I mean, if she was cosplaying Seraphimé, she'd have stopped at my table...  Right??

Only, I can't get it out of my head.  I've been thinking about that costume every day since then.  Most of me still believes that it wasn't a cosplay of Seraphimé.  There's probably another character that is very much like her.  If that is true, and someone is in the know, please let me know who that is, and where she's from.

Because it's driving me mad.

Part of me, though, can't shake the idea that it was Seraphimé, even though I feel a bit gross about it (it strikes me as a little narcissistic and silly to even entertain that idea).

I regret not flagging that young woman down and chatting with her.  'Cause then I'd know.

Anyway, it's been bugging me for ages and I had to get it off my chest.  Now, I have a video to finish editing, thanks to the more than two-hour power outage on Friday.  Then I have to get writing.  Thanks for listening to me bug out.

Ciao!
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