It is almost the end of week three. I wish I could say at this point that things have gotten easier, that my writing is going smoother, and every word I type is pure gold. I don’t need to point out that none of these things are true, right? I have produced one scene that I think is objectively “pretty good” and a lot of stuff that is on the “meh” scale and one or two things that made me pull a face even as I was typing them up. I was encouraged though when I read a post from a published NaNo author (whose website I immediately forgot to bookmark and therefore am paraphrasing) talking about the changes from her rough NaNo draft to the final book – which wasn’t ready for over another year. So I was reminded, again, that I am not married to the words I have written in this race. I am writing to write and to hit my word count. Revision is for December (and January, February, March…)
I might be losing my faith in the direction of the show when I say I don’t believe, based on the evidence presented thus far, that the writers have anything interesting to say about gender and social roles in a post-society society. We should have seen something, anything, in any one of the female characters that should have already suggested that they’re interesting in breaking down these kinds of dynamics. Instead we get women slotted into incredibly trite and stereotyped roles – they get to be the mothers, they get to cry, they get to be shrill harpies, and they get to do the fucking laundry. Again. There’s yet another scene where the action surrounds the women doing the fucking laundry while talking about cooking dinner. It would be nice if the show suggested that the women’s time is being wasted doing the fucking laundry instead of learning how to defend themselves or assisting in the hunt for Sophia, but no, not only is this a vital and important part of the group’s survival, no one else can lift a finger to help do it.
Recap: The Walking Dead, Episode 2.4, “Cherokee Rose”
Glenn gets some much deserved screen time, scoping out the farmer’s daughter, climbing into wells to lasso water logged zombies, and making a trip into town with the aforementioned farmer’s daughter. He even gets a little something-something from Maggie, who is just as lonely and isolated as he is. I might have given Glenn two thumbs up for all his work in this episode if he hadn’t thrown the goddamn tampons back on the floor. It’s the goddamn apocalypse, Glenn! How many pharmacies do you think are going to be out there, zombie free?! WHAT ABOUT THE TAMPONS, GLENN?! WOMEN NEED TAMPONS!
Practice, practice, practice writing. Writing is a craft that requires both talent and acquired skills. You learn by doing, by making mistakes and then seeing where you went wrong. -Jeffrey A. Carver
So here we are, my friends, in the first week of NaNoWriMo. Truthfully, NaNo is only three days old, but these posts go up on Fridays, so I assume we can forgive the inexactness of the first week check in.
The 2011 Flexner Lectures by Judith Butler: Bodies in Alliance
Monday, November 7, 7:30 p.m.
“Gender Politics and the Right to Appear”
Monday, November 14, 7:30 p.m.
“Bodies in Alliance & the Politics of the Street”
Monday, November 21, 7:30 p.m.
“Toward an Ethics of Co-Habitation“
The episode opens up with Shane in the bathroom at the farmhouse. The shower is running, his bloody clothes are stripped off, and he’s unearthed a pair of clipper to shave his head down with. As anyone who has ever watched any TV show ever knows, shaving your head is an indicator of Character Development. Things Have Happened. Changes Are Made. We just don’t understand how ominous these clippers are until the end of the show.