Baby done and despatched

Yep, the new offspring is bathed, powdered, prettied up and delivered. Wordy little fellow – the longest yet, with a count of 183,000. I don’t think Baby Next is going to be quite that long, but can’t be sure at this point.

So what do I think of the new offspring, eighth in the family to leave home?

Well, there were times when I hated the little horror… yet …. you know … it’s the offspring and so I kept trying to shape it into a respectable being that can go out into the world and make Mum* proud. And in the end, in spite of the occasional burp that needed to be dealt with this past week, I am proud of this one. Yep, this doting Mum thinks number 8 is the best thing since movable type…

But then, I thought the same things about babies 1,2,3,4,5,6 and 7 when I send them off into the world, too. That’s the nature of the beast, I’m afraid.

*Or Mom to you Americans out there.Pix: Lake Cowan near Norseman.
Western Australia: where lakes usually don’t have water.
Pix taken April this year

Baby still getting attention

…the fellow is still resisting perfection. Keeps coughing up typos for a start. And occasionally is terribly long-winded, so that I have to keep burping him by hitting the delete key.

Not talking to anyone until I send him off to the caregivers tomorrow…

Slaughtering Malaysia’s most wonderful assets

Take a look at either this site or this one.
And sign this petition here. Please. My signature is number 107. I have seen some of these things with my own eyes, and it breaks my heart. Rarely can I spend a week in the forest and not see evidence of poaching.

And here is a letter I just wrote to a local newspaper, The Star.

LETTER TO THE EDITOR

Yesterday saw the announcement of a major haul of slaughtered Malaysian wildlife – over 8,000 animals and birds dead, including 13 protected species. Congratulations to the Department of Wildlife and National Parks (PERHILITAN) on uncovering the crime and capturing one of the alleged criminals to blame for this horrendous butchery.

Unfortunately, we have already started to see the courts undermine the Department’s good work by allowing the alleged poacher out on bail for a meagre 19,000 RM. This was a theft of Malaysia’s living assets – not to mention an appalling cruelty to our wildlife. I hope we do not again soon see perpetrators of such a crime given a slap across the wrist and a meagre fine. If we do, then we will wonder if the Malaysian legal system regards our living assets as virtually valueless and has only contempt for the work of another government department. The bail money was nothing to someone who makes millions out of stealing from us; the market value of what PERHILITAN found was more than $3 million.

They stole from me, from every Malaysian, from our children, from the future health of our biodiversity. They stole from our travel industry and all those who bring tourists into our country to see these wonders of nature. They stole not just these birds and animals, but the young they would have given birth to, ensuring the continuity of their species. We are all victims of this crime. Please see that justice is served.

I have already heard people say that there is nothing much that the courts can do because the updated Wildlife Act has not been passed into law. Why not? It has been 15 years of more in the making! I am tired of reading about politicians jockeying for power and position within their various political parties. Enough talk – do something! Impressing me means passing that act, and soon.

In the meantime, let the courts show us they mean business under the limits of the present act. This man was a repeat offender. He paid a fine last time and doubtless laughed at the paltry amount. Selling Malaysia’s living assets earns poachers millions, and they don’t pay a cent in tax on it either.

Why not file charges separately on each of the 13 counts of killing a protected animal? And impose the maximum fine ($RM 15,000) for each protected species on anyone convicted? At least a fine of RM$195,000 might hurt a little. Better still, the law also allows up to 10 years in prison. A long prison sentence will show others who do this that they can no longer treat our wildlife and our laws with contempt while they get rich ― and get away with it.

How not to become a writer

If you couldn’t get to Denvention back in August, but want to read the excellent Guest of Honour speech, it is up on the internet and you can read it here. (The GoH was the wonderfully talented and lovely lady, Lois McMaster Bujold, btw).

There were a number of things she said that resonated with me.
Here is my comments on one of them:

LMB: “...the notion of the writer as the heroic lone creator, a picture held and advanced by many non-writers, which is an outright lie, and evil insofar as it is taught to children. I know of no writer or other artist anywhere who hasn’t come out of some context of other artists and a supporting community, with its own conversation — or argument — even though those contexts are usually edited out of the historical picture for simplicity.”

I think I must be the exception, then.

  • No one supported me in an artistic sense, until after I had an agent. (My husband was supportive, in that he encouraged me, but he never read my work.)
  • I never met other writers, or editors, or fans.
  • I knew four people who read sf/f for pleasure, and they were all members of my immediate family. They did not read my work until after I had an agent. Two of them lived in another country.
  • No one else read my work at all (except to reject it, sometimes with a comment).
  • No one offered input until my agent read the book “The Aware” and took me on as an author.
  • I never told anyone I was writing anything, except my immediate family, until I was published.
  • Back in those days, there was no internet.
  • I had no access to writing classes, courses, or even libraries full of books on how to write.

Yeah, I was the lone creator, making mistakes and learning all by myself. Dunno about “heroic” though; I think “bloody stupid” is probably more accurate. There must have been a better way to do it, even in Malaysia in the 1970s and 80s.

But I did it. I just took longer than I should have… This post is really the quintessential essay on how not to become a writer.

Horripilation

I found a new word. I have been looking for this one all my life…and now that I have found it I love it. I want to use it.

Horripilation. It rolls off the tongue. It sends shivers up my spine. It suggest exactly what it means. It sounds right. What a glorious, delicious, chocolate-rich meaningful word is horripilation!

Back where I come from in Australia, we used the ghastly expression “goose pimples.” Now that sounds like a bad case of avian acne, when it actually means that frisson of hair-raised skin-roughening that comes with fear. Write “goose pimples” in the middle of your scary scene and your reader has visions of complexion-challenged teenaged waterfowl.

The rest of the world uses “goose bumps” which still has barnyard overtones, and still doesn’t produce the feeling of delicious spine-tingling fear.

But oh, horripilation. That does it.
Why, oh, why have writers been settling for goose-bumps??? Why have I lived so long without ever coming across this perfect expression, when I have been looking for it for decades?

First person who reads a book of mine containing this word and tells me, gets a free copy of the next book thereafter…

P.S. I haven’t forgotten about the bad-news on yoga. Really. It will have its blog soon.

Come to Malaysia, guys…

On the last day of the ecotourism conference (at which I was speaking on the potential of birdwatching in mangrove areas) we had dinner by the swimming pool under the moon and stars…and watched cultural dances (Malay in the bright colours, Orang Asli – aboriginal- in the browns and gold with the raffia and mask). Nice evening.Lots of people were talking about the US election – I haven’t yet met anyone who wanted the Republicans to win. Not one.





Amazing how much music you can make using nothing more than a few pieces of wood…