I was going to put up a long post about blacklists and cliques, but it was coming out more like a puling whinefest than the motivational piece I intended, so into the recycling bin it went.
It was intended for just-starting-out writers in the light of some of the demoralised comments I'd seen in the aftermath of the ugly Hugo Awards debacle. The basic gist was this:
Yes, cliques exist. Yes they're annoying and frustrating, but as you get older you will learn to find ways around them. Reroute around damage. Create the works you want to create.
I was also going to do a long piece on SJWs, but I suspect my readers' patience is wearing thin on that particular subject. I know mine is. If it wasn't for the fact I'm acutely sensitive to censorship (and this includes the various forms of quasi-censorship people swear blind aren't actual censorship even though they result in the same outcome) I'd stay out of this clusterfuck altogether.
Thankfully, my fears of an SJW-ideological chokehold on the creative process are receding. Say what you will about Vox Day, his strategy of adopting the same tactics manual and hitting back twice as hard has been brutally effective. While the more thuggish members of the SJW crowd are kept busy breaking their fists on the rock face of Vox, #GamerGate, and other groups stubbornly resistant to their shaming tactics, they don't have the time to bother the rest of us. Having the left and right ends of the horseshoe negate each other in ideological combat across social media is win-win as far as I'm concerned.
So I think I'll quietly step away from all that nonsense and get back to the succubus smut. I have a review of Camel's latest Card Quest game I'm hoping to get out by the weekend, "Sandwiched by Scyllas" for the week after, and that Succubus Summoning 201 ebook isn't going to write itself.
The same message applies:
Reroute around damage. Create the works you want to create.