Politics and Writing

Politics and Writing

Before we go any further, there’s something you should know about me. I often think aloud, testing my thoughts as I speak them. In this way, it’s important to note that I see conversations as a two-way communication system where we each get to say what’s on our mind, but we reserve the right to be convinced of the other point of view. This, to me, is an important distinction because my wife likes to call my discussions “lecture-mode,” but really, I’m just a passionate person. I do still value discourse and varying opinions. So, if you disagree with me on any point, please feel free to leave a comment below.

Warning: This is going to be a long post.

Sound Off: As an Author, should you ever talk about your Politics online?

This is a polarizing topic, and it’s one I’ve been struggling with for some time. The who writers-talking-politics thing is something I am resistant to discuss, but also something I feel deeply passionate about. Without any other way to reconcile the complex emotions I have on the topic, I’ve decided to break my silence.

This last year has seen a huge increase in angry, in-your-face language shotgunned into the world toward folks with differing points of view. It’s almost become a de facto standard to brandish words like Sexist, Racist, Fascist, and Nazi in response to someone on the ‘Right’ who disagrees with you. The language I see most common on the ‘Right’ to describe those on the ‘Left’ includes Libtard and Special Snowflake, but I’m sure there are others, probably more offensive.

“But if thought corrupts language, language can also corrupt thought. A bad usage can spread by tradition and imitation even among people who should and do know better. The debased language that I have been discussing is in some ways very convenient.”George Orwell, Politics and the English Language

Did you notice that my list of derogatory terms leans hard in one direction? I did too. I have a theory for this, which is based on my own interactions, especially post-election. I’ll discuss this point further down in the post.

To give a hardline answer to the question of whether you should discuss politics as an author, I would have to say, “It depends.” This might come across as a total cop-out, but the truth is this: You are the only one who can determine the right answer, and there will always be consequences.

Who are you to your tribe?

I think award show acceptance speeches can be a great place to look for bad examples of spreading your political beliefs. For this reason, many people have abandoned the award shows, choosing not to watch due to the growing disconnect. With the right tone, and the proper amount of understanding, heart, and brevity, you might be effective at spreading your message, but the most common examples are intrusive, divisive, and generally frowned upon. At best, you’re probably talking to people who already share your political views. At worst, you might be alienating fans, fans who don’t have an opportunity to have a real conversation or any other way to disagree or state their opinion other than to reject the message. Do it enough or strike the wrong chord and they will reject you. If people are shutting down and no longer listening because of the way you’re sharing your beliefs, you’ve alienated the very people you’re trying to convince. How is that effective?

The real consideration for most authors is their immediate tribe. Your current fan-base is a huge consideration when you’re making the decision as to whether you should discuss politics. Some people will invariably feel betrayed, but the good news is that the percentage of those who disagree with you and jump ship will probably depend on how you go about sharing your personal beliefs. In this way, I don’t think there’s necessarily anything wrong with using your platform for a cause you believe in, insofar as you respect your audience and choose the appropriate time, place, venue, etc. to share. This isn’t censoring yourself, but rather a tool used to effectively spread your intended message.

There’s something important here, something I didn’t understand for years. When we create art: a story, a painting, a movie, a game, etc., we are only really creating half of the piece. The only time it is whole, for better or worse, is when the creator looks at it. (Still, even then, if it doesn’t challenge the artist’s own understanding, is it still art? But I digress…) The missing piece is brought to the artwork by those who consume it. The other half of your story lives inside each individual reader. This is why people can experience the same thing, but come to amazingly different conclusions. It’s why you can read certain books or watch some movies again and again and pick up on strange, new things. We grow based on our experiences and our stories change as we live our lives. This is why it’s so difficult to impart specific messages to your readers through your work, and those who try too hard are often rejected. Perhaps the often overused advice of ‘show, don’t tell’ is most powerful in this regard. Not everyone will get the message, but it’s bound to be more effective than using a brick.

Some of you have probably read about the Hero’s Journey, but in this case we’re looking at the reader’s journey. How did the reader become your fan in the first place? What path brought them to you, and what did you offer them to make them stay? These are important questions. The business savvy among us have defined their brand, but what if your idea of your brand doesn’t match what many readers have come to love about your work? I’ve seen so many authors recently say things like:

  • “If a reader believes X, then I could care less if they read my books.”
  • “I don’t care if I ever sell a book to a person who voted for X.”

Now, if we were only talking about genres or whether someone likes werewolves or vampires or space odysseys, that would be one thing, but this is a widening divide that does nothing to help share ideas, stretch narratives, or foster understanding and growth. (Again, the artist in me asks: if a work only bolsters your already-held beliefs, is it really art? And again, I digress…)

The Positive:

After discussing a bit of the basic background, I think it’s important to talk about the business aspects of sharing your political views. I’ll cover some of the negative consequences next, but since this post feels like it’s already leaning in one direction, let’s talk about the positive outcomes you might encounter after going political. The biggest possible outcome is that you might possibly change hearts and minds. This is largely dependent on your writing, your brand, your approach, and the receptivity of your reader base.

How else can you see positive impacts of discussing politics? The following is written with a bit of theory-craft and a dose of cynicism, but I do think it’s very important to digest and consider if you come in pursuit of an answer regarding this highly debatable topic.

When it comes to offending people in business, sometimes it can be a good move, as far as your bottom line is concerned. The real trick is to offend the right people. In response to calls for boycotts at Chick-Fil-A in recent years, the company saw an outpouring of support. Parking lots were full and drive-through lines seemed to stretch for miles. On the other side, Disney often gets flack for its support of the gay community. (I don’t have a problem with gay people, just to be clear.) Who do you think is likely to respond with an outpouring of support in response to calls for boycotts? LGBT people and those who adamantly support them, of course!

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Likewise, sometimes all it takes is a well-placed troll to bestow an author with unimaginable support from other authors and readers who wouldn’t have ever given much consideration otherwise. In this case, the troll might have been offended over the author’s opinions, race, gender, politics, or whatever. Sometimes these things occur as natural interactions with the world at large, and sometimes they can be orchestrated as a risky and potentially rewarding marketing ploy.

To use a personal example, if someone reviewed one of my books or posts and attributed it to just more trash written by a ‘privileged cis white male,’ suddenly there might be a vocal outpouring of support of folks who don’t believe sexuality, race, or gender of the author should weigh in on the quality of the work. If someone were to comment that disabled veterans like me shouldn’t be allowed to write such garbage, I might receive a ready stream of interaction from people who support veterans and/or those who support people with disabilities.

For the record, I would never try to instigate anything like this. It’s just an example of how strong beliefs can be used by other people. Just like paying for reviews or page reads, trying to instigate something like this would be akin to playing with fire.
Don’t do it.

I’ve often said that I believe the best way to prove a point is to do it badly in the wrong direction.

I don’t know if it’s just the way we’re wired, but it seems like most people lend their greatest levels of engagement when they encounter things they are opposed to. Forget the great service you received or the people you can always count on. For the majority, it seems like the real memorable things are those you disagree with. Those who stand together in the face of what appears to be opposition, often stand bonded in their fight against a common enemy. If applied to this discussion, the intended outcome wouldn’t necessarily be the first-level support or opposition, but the secondary reactions that come in response to inarticulate, automatic responses from the offended. These angry people aren’t thinking about the bigger picture when they comment or engage, they just want to be heard. They want you to know they’re angry. I believe psychologists might inform us that in a state of agitation, we automatically drop to lower functioning brain sectors, which are far better suited for fight or flight than proper decision-making.

You can also use offensive remarks to bolster support within political sectors of your fan-base. By demonizing one group, you might be heralded as a champion by another. You will hurt feelings in the process, but by offending one group of lukewarm fans, you can ramp up support and build a tribe of highly-focused super fans out of the other. Those who are familiar with the concept of the 1,000 True Fans approach to art might recognize the power super fans bring to the table. Again, this is just another case where alienating some (or even large numbers of) fans can have a positive business outcome.

The Negative

Aside from the obvious business repercussions of miscalculating your fan-base and ineffective use of strategy, there are other, non-business implications that I would like to discuss. First and foremost, I just want to suggest that even if your decision pays off financially, a win can sometimes be a loss. How is that possible? Well, I believe art is more than business, and whether you mean to or not, I believe causing discord within those who have connected with your art can be a psyche-damaging event. I don’t want to overlap layers to this discussion, so I’ll leave my reasoning for why this is significant for creatives until a later section.

Really, what I want to say here beyond anything else, is that by taking another step backward, we can view the secondary and tertiary impacts. As I mentioned earlier, I believe art requires both a creator and a consumer to become whole. For authors, this means that your readers have told half your story in the time they’ve spent with it. The book may have taken you weeks, months, years, or even decades to write, but (whether you like it or not) the reader helped finish the journey. They allowed you into their mind, they trusted you with their sacred subconscious, and while it might not automatically pay the bills, this relationship means something. It’s strangely intimate, and cuts are never deeper than when intimacy is used as a weapon (or, perhaps more accurately for this example, the payload delivery system).

If there is any truth to the idea that we see in others the things we hate in ourselves, which I believe there is, there’s something to be said for the impact of destroying thoughts and ideas your art exposed your reader to. Writing is such a personal endeavor that I struggle to imagine a possible situation where an author can completely isolate themselves from their art. Even if writing from an opposing viewpoint, the world is colored by our own experiences. So, if someone who might have considered themselves opposed to your beliefs begins to see new situations or comes to understand motivations a character might have that in some way humanizes them, all because of your writing, a subsequent violation of that intimacy will cause damage and the wounds will scar. Like an immune system detecting a foreign body within the subconscious, they may come to resent the changes your art inspired. This hatred and loathing might then be turned outward, fighting other such sources to eliminate potential causes of harm.

All of the above might just be an obtuse way of saying that often injury begets injury. If your politics and beliefs and the way you express them leave someone feeling injured, they’re much more likely to pass that injury on to someone else in return. Even for just one person, an act of aggression can multiply ten-fold. When you aggressively alienate a whole subsection of fans and potential fans, the impact of your actions can be massive. What is it they often say about great power and what that comes with?

Things to consider:

Earlier, I warned that my wife often describes my passionate discussions as “Lecture Mode.” This means that, as far as she is concerned, there is a point in our conversations where, if reached, she shuts down. This doesn’t mean we’re incompatible or that she doesn’t love me. It just means that if I really want to reach her on a particular topic, I have to pay very close attention to my methods and behavior while trying to express my point. This would be a lot different if I were preaching to other folks who were primed or already charged on the topic at hand.

Some authors write books where they are very upfront about their politics. Their online personas are very political, and there really isn’t a whole lot of room for confusion. I could definitely go into the merits of writing from a position of love, but I won’t. Sometimes people feel so passionately about things that the fire of outrage seems like the only tool that fits. In some cases, that might be true. For every person who is offended, there could be someone who finally feels like they fit in. Many brushes are used to create art, and I don’t think I’m qualified to tell anyone how or what they should create.

Is my narrative biased against the ‘Left?’

Probably, and here’s why:

I think most artists can be described as falling into the range of being more empathetic than average. In many cases, art is about expressing pain and wanting people to understand. We put our characters through trials and adversity and we take our readers on a journey from beginning to end. It is for this reason, I think, many artists tend to gravitate toward the ‘Left’ side of political topics. I think there is a genuine desire to right perceived injustices in the world. This, in itself, isn’t necessarily bad.

The problem comes from being surrounded by people who believe so much differently than I do on topics that have become a powder keg. Since the election, this group has become very vocal in my social feeds and I view a lot of the responses to the election as hateful, fear-mongering, and just plain ugly. Since I’ve worked to build a network of other artists on Twitter and other social networks, I found myself surrounded by cries of fascism, racism, and sexism, and generally labeling anyone with a differing opinion as one of the above. As a person with a deep sense of empathy, this was killing me. Feeling like I couldn’t speak up was even worse.

Full disclosure

I would describe myself as being on the ‘Compassionate Right,’ if that’s a thing. I voted for Obama in 2008 because I liked some of the things he campaigned on and, honestly, McCain waffled on those same topics. I lived in Alaska for 4 years in the military and Sarah Palin kind of scared me. (If you think it’s because she’s a woman, you’re wrong. Alaska has had some interesting politicians and she didn’t seem like she fell far from the tree. I loved Alaska and dream of going back sometimes, but I always felt at odds up there politically.) I didn’t vote for Obama during his re-election campaign because it became apparent that he wasn’t going to follow through on those promises that won him my vote. Previously, I’d always considered myself a Republican, but I didn’t like the direction the party was taking. I didn’t vote for Trump and I didn’t vote for Hillary. If you really must know, I voted 3rd party.

I put myself through college while serving my country, earning two associate degrees and finishing my bachelor’s a few months after getting out in 2005, then later finished a master’s degree with my veteran benefits. I guess that’s a long-winded way of saying who I am politically and that I’m “educated” and what some would call a self-made man or a boot-strapper.

I don’t appreciate random strangers discounting me as having white privilege or calling me a cis white male like it’s some kind of derogatory insult. I’m proud to say that I was raised to be color-blind and I’ve fought “battles” (that have cost me personally and professionally) for people who weren’t born just like me. I’ve experienced loss so deep that I can’t begin to describe it here, just for standing up for what I believe is right. I’m a person with beliefs and convictions and I often feel like I’m constantly under attack by the ‘Hard Left’ (many of them being fellow creatives) just because of who I am (which I can’t control) and what I believe, despite what I’ve taken a stand for in the past.

I put out a warning on my Twitter account a few months back that I would stop following people who were posting hate. I removed some Trump followers, but I stopped following far more people who were angry he won the election. Look, maybe you and I didn’t vote for him, but saying he isn’t your president says more about you than it does him. If he does something that violates the trust of our nation, or shows himself to be unsuitable for the office, there is always the route of impeachment. As a veteran, I respect that system. I’ve defended that system. And I just don’t see a way to change those core beliefs I’ve been instilled with.

To wrap this up…

I have sadly had to stop following several authors who I respected as great storytellers and pillars in the writing community. This makes me terribly sad, but on a bigger scale it also means that I’m no longer receptive to the things they have to say. When I consider that, as a writer, it isn’t something I want to do with my fans.

What I think about a female Doctor Who

R. Brady Frost in his office.

I don’t really like that the new regeneration for The Doctor is female.

What? A female Doctor Who?!

I didn’t like it with The Master, but I wasn’t aware of what his other regenerations were. (Before he showed up as a rocket-stealing old man, that is.) If it was just one random gender flop after a long string of male versions, I consider it to be a cheap gimmick. Nothing more.

If your instant reaction is to call me a misogynist, please hear me out.

I am a father. And as a father of two girls and three boys, do I think the 13th regeneration of a fictional alien character empowers any of my children?

Nope.
Not one bit.

I think that it’s safe to say that none of my children will ever be timelords.
Now let’s talk about gimmicks and why I think it’s important to distinguish them from real empowerment.

Are you ready?
More important than a single regeneration of The Master, who was a character much like Loki in many ways and always full of tricks, is one detail that’s often overlooked. More on that in a minute. First, do you know what empowerment really looks like? It looks just like you. It looks like me. It looks like people who don’t look like you or me. Empowerment is a force that allows us to become better than we are.

A female version of The Doctor might do it, given time and good writing, but not by default. To be empowered almost implies that we are at a state of less-than, but are bestowed an outside path toward betterment. A confident woman does not need to be empowered externally. She empowers herself through facing the adversities she encounters. Funny enough, facing adversity prepares us to face larger adversities. The more we face, the more confidence we gain in our own abilities, which fuels the progression.

Now, back to that earlier point: the one missing detail. What is it like to be a female timelord? Would I ask The Master or The Doctor? Only if I wanted a male opinion. Presumably, they would only be able to compare to what they remembered of their past lives as men. Do you want the real scoop? Ask Jenny.

All these people are blowing up my social media feeds and laughing at feelings that differ from their own. People are slinging words like misogyny and bigotry like they don’t cause pain and turn people against one another. Most of these people are strangers. Some are people I know. My heart hurts for them. My brain struggles against why I believe this whole thing is a sham and the idea that as a “cis white male” my opinion doesn’t count, or that I should be silent.

But as a father to two daughters who values real role models over reskinned male personas, I ask you…. What about Jenny?
Jenny is The Doctor’s daughter. She’s out there, having adventures and doing who knows what. She wasn’t born in the usual way. She has no mother to speak of. She’s all alone. No tardis. No companions, as far as we’re aware.

She is self-empowered. She’s not just some gimmick or writing trick, but apparently, she just isn’t as interesting as a long line of male regenerations suddenly showing up as a female. Think about that. Think about it long and hard. If you have a daughter, think about her. Which story makes more sense?

You can keep your Doctor… give us Jenny.

Living on 9 Acres

Blackberries!

Our house on 9 acres.

When we moved to Texas about two and a half years ago, I was excited to buy a house with a bit of property. 9 acres! This was a huge step up from our tiny suburban homestead on a third of an acre in Clinton, Utah. Looking back now, I can see just how unprepared I was for the task.

9 acres. It still sounds pleasant. But what I was about to slowly, painfully, realize was that we had moved to a land of scarcity. Many of the conveniences we had taken for granted were no longer available to us. There was no broadband internet, for one. Connection to a public sewer system, nope. No natural gas on-demand. No sprinkler system, or even secondary water for irrigation. There was a surprising lack of trees on the property, except for a corner of unwelcoming and thorny mesquites and the rare and ominous-looking honey locus, a strange, small oak tree in the front, and a handful of crepe myrtles that are altogether too close to the house for comfort. I thought I could plant more trees, as I had in Utah, but this was easier said than done.

With time, the realization of this scarcity began to encroach. Perhaps a better man could have tamed the land where I failed. Numerous trees died shortly after I planted them. The property would be flooded one month, with inches of standing stagnant water, only to become so dry the next that deep cracks would form in the dark, black clay. I stood above such a chasm that first year and watched the stream of water from my garden hose disappear into the endless depth. The land would not be quenched. It was hard for me to wrap my mind around such a thing.

Another important consideration was that I didn’t have access to the resources that I would need to fully utilize a property of this scale, let alone the know-how. To this day, two and a half years later, I still only have a push mower and the grass is an un-tamable beast. The most reasonable solution would be to buy a tractor with the needed attachments, dig a pond for rain catchment and irrigation, and put in a large swath of fencing. But is this what I want?

Is this the 9 acres I want to invest in and live on long term?

The land would not be quenched. It was hard for me to wrap my mind around such a thing.R. Brady Frost

Not all of my farm and garden attempts have failed.

I think it’s important to note here that I haven’t been a complete failure these last few years on our haphazard farm. I have seen some successes on these 9 acres. While I may be unhappy with the rate of improvement, I have actually accomplished a fair number of things.

The Jerusalem artichokes my dad sent me, also known as sunchokes, have done amazing here, and I just found a bunch of blackberry canes we brought from Utah that I thought had been drowned out by weeds. Due to Tara’s insistence, and better judgement, we now have four raised beds up and running. Our patch of blackberries (the ones I bought to replace the ones I’d lost in the growth) has been incredibly fruitful this year. The new variety also has absolutely no thorns, which is a significant improvement to the slightly thorny canes we brought down with us. The tomatoes are doing great. And I just added Eclair strawberries and comfrey to the the mix this weekend (for it’s value in home remedies, animal fodder, and compost).

One of the goji berry cuttings I picked up off eBay has thrives and is doing wonderfully this year, much to my middle son’s delight. I even managed to get three grape vines I had in containers since last year planted. I’ve built three chicken coops and set up an electric fence system so the largest coop can free range without as much worry about being killed by dogs.

On top of all that, I still have several mulberry trees growing in the yard, and while they’re pretty small, they seem to be doing quite well. I think the next lesson I need to learn is how and when to fertilize. Maybe that will help my trees do better in this unforgiving black clay. I’ve lost a nectarine tree, several peaches, a Chinese chestnut, several pecans, a pear, two apples, and a couple of figs, but I’m trying to overcome these losses. One of my saving graces was purchasing several of the trees from Home Depot and then returning their corpses within the year for my money back. It was still a painful experience, but at least it gave me the opportunity to keep trying.

Painting the first chicken coop.
Beekeeping with my kids.
Blackberries!

Where do we go from here?

Much of my recent soul-searching has lead me to pursue an attitude of abundance. That may sound a little ridiculous, but by focusing more on what I have available to me, things have started to change. Since letting go of the list of roadblocks in my path, I’ve managed to find some great resources I’d never have found otherwise. I started looking at the local Facebook groups I’m a member of and reached out to ask for recommendations. The first was a request for info on mulch. I ended up getting in touch with a couple who run a small business building outdoor kitchen cabinetry. They send the rough cut lumber they buy through a planer and they offered up their wood shavings! What a huge boon! Turns out, they were looking for a way to off-load a whole lot of the stuff and were even considering trying to burn it if they couldn’t find someone to take it off their hands. Talk about awesome!

You see, mulch has been a huge problem for us. We’ve called arbor companies and spent endless hours looking for free or reasonably priced mulch that would suit our purposes within the local area. Most of the resources seemed to be in neighboring cities (residents only) or too pricey for large-scale mulching. Tara, my wife, did get the green flag to pick up from a location about a half an hour away and she’ll be experimenting with that on her next specialty grocery run to Winco. But all other attempts had failed up to this point.

Bolstered by my small success with the mulch find, I decided to give it another go. I was pretty sure this request wasn’t going anywhere, but I asked if anyone had an established fig tree they wouldn’t mind providing cuttings from. It took a little while to work out the logistics, but just over a week after my request, I had more cuttings than I could shake a stick at! Now it’s time for me to learn how to root some figs! Heck yeah!

It’s truly amazing what a change in attitude and some hard work can do. Sure, we’ve still got a lot to work through, but things are getting a little better, and that’s something. Maybe it isn’t paradise, but it doesn’t mean these 9 acres shouldn’t be home… at least for the time being.