I want to establish my own Author Man Cave.
It would be cool.
It would be different than what you might think, though, because the presence of things like HDTV and X-boxes and stuff like that would not be necessary.
Foosball or a pool table could work, but nothing that plugs in.
That way, we could even have it inside a yurt.
There is nothing cooler than the thought of having the first genuine Author Man Cave in a yurt.
There would be fire. And food. And whatever kind of drinks.
And we could all really sit around and talk about shit that has to do with writing and the business of writing. You know, shit like that.
I'd invite at least one of the following (some categories, there'd be multiples): authors, readers, editors, agents, teachers, librarians, bloggers, aspiring writers.
And they'd all be guys.
Believe it or not, I do know guys who do all those things. A lot of times, people like to pretend that guys don't do those things, or, if a guy shows up at a meeting of one of those things, he must have got lost finding Conference Room A versus The Tally-Ho! Sports Bar and Wing Joint.
Oh, and in case you're wondering, there is no consideration of straight, gay, something in-between, transgender, or anything else.
Because being a guy has nothing to do with sexual identity.
I know all those kinds of guys, anyway, and I also know plenty of males whom I do not consider to be worthy of entering the first genuine Author Man Cave to talk about writing because they're sellouts and covered in a glimmering sheen of preachy phoniness and staged sincerity, which makes them undeniably not guys, in my opinion.
It would be cool.
You can't get much cooler than a yurt with a fire and Foosball table inside.
Wait.
Yes you can.
What would make it even cooler is that there would be no audience of onlookers who've paid a hundred and fifty dollars to raise their hand and participate in "Audience Q & A" for the final fifteen minutes, because the yurt would be closed after all the guys show up.
And, anyway, the session might last a very long time.
I will put the yurt down by the cottonwoods and willows next to the horse paddock.
I will send your invites out.
6 comments:
Dope.
For me it would be called a Medicine Lodge, and it would be all about awakening.
And we would have to have a male nurse, a male cheerleader, and a male secretary, because even though dudes can do those things too, it's fun to see them doing it.
But we would be completely nice to them, becuase there is no hurt allowed in the yurt.
Damn, I was totally banking on being the token gay. I guess I'll settle for being the token novice. If invited, of course.
And avoid the sign with the poorly scribbled words "no gurls alowd".
Ha! Jonathon, I'm hoping we can have a mini-AMC this fall around NCTE, as there are some teachers, authors, editors, and bloggers in that area I would definitely want to have a serious, no BS, not for audience-show talk with.
Sorry I keep misspelling your name. Bet it happens a lot, huh?
Damn, no tomboys allowed either? Even not when they shoot a real nice game of pool?
Andrew, my first name is frequently spelled wrong, but the circumstances pale in comparison to the confusion surrounding the spelling, pronunciation, and origin of my surname.
None of it bothers me anymore. I consider it a goal to become a good enough writer that folks naturally recognize the correct spelling of my names. And I don't have anything on Paolo Bacigalupi.
And unless something changes soon, I'll still be a novice right along with you Jon.
Just call him Jon, Drew, it's easier to remember to skip the h if you skip the rest too.
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