Oh, Potatoes. I got quoted.

Back on the topic of teenage dialogue while writing for teenagers: a post I wrote about swearing in teen fiction got quoted at Dead Darlings. The post in particular is Curses! Using Profanity in Teen Fiction — an opinion piece that questions what the appropriate approach should be on the inclusion of curses (the impolite sort — not the black magic sort) when writing for young adult audience.

Caveat: If you’re dealing with the black magic variety of curses, cursing, hexing, crossing, or whatnot — probably do that. Probably do that a lot. I’ll read it. I am your niche market.

Oh, Potatoes. I got quoted.

I am making note of this being-quoted-elsewhere, as this is actually a momentous moment for this blog: this, ladies and gentlemen, is the first occasion where I can say that someone quoted me on something I babbled about a few months ago and forgot entirely that I didn’t ask for, didn’t push for, didn’t stand on their doorstep and holler about.

It’s rather a good feeling.

Is it Okay to Say #$**x! in YA?

This does indeed open up a broader discussion on censorship, gatekeeping, and exposure: what’s appropriate for what age group, and how much sheltering is necessary on the part of the parents. With teenagers, is that even possible? Coming from a background in horror, and being a teenager who wore a defiant mantle for many of those years, I’ll be the first to admit that when I whispered my first f-bomb it emboldened me.

Eventually, you start whispering it a little louder.

Later on, you use that word in your blog posts.

Sidenote: Have you read anything from Chuck Wendig? The Middle Finger Project? A bit off topic, but to both these sites and their patrons, I say, “FUCK YEAH.”

Back to topic:

I recognize that many people are offended by curse words, but it bothers me when people suggest that there should be arbitrary limits to swearing in YA. I’m disturbed by stories I’ve heard about YA authors having to clean up the language in their books, not because the language didn’t work, but simply because it was YA. Readers are free to steer clear of a YA novel or an adult novel if they find the language offensive, but authors shouldn’t be censored. Decisions about when to cuss and when not to cuss should be based on what is best for the book, and there is lots of good advice about this out there.

Check out the post by Emily Ross over at Dead Darlings: YA Wednesday: Is it Okay to Say #$**x! in YA?

In other also awesome news that makes me glow from the insides with happiness

A darling creature over on Pinterest left me this little note on a pin I left behind:

Comment on Fortune's Son

The pin contained a link back to Fortune’s Son, which was released quietly and hasn’t received an awful lot of commentary since. It’s a bit of a battery of a story: charging up for Wake the Dead. I suppose you’ll need to read the book once it’s out to make sense of who Arabella and Cicero are, and what roles they play in the series.

If I were being a hundred percent honest about it, that final scene in Fortune’s Son? You know, the one where Cicero decides once and for all he’s going to fulfill his life’s purpose by distilling the prima materia? That might’ve once been a prologue to Wake the Dead before it was cut.

The sensible thing, I decided, was to open Wake with the protagonist herself, and Cicero’s opening found its place elsewhere.

The comment from Violet made me exceedingly happy, anyway. (And for that I thank you for making my night.)

If you missed Fortune’s Son and would like to read it, you can grab it from the link below. 😉

Fortune’s Son

Released: December 31, 2015

I am I. Not a god, but a man as any other: born of flesh and blood, age marked against the bones like the rings that count the years of a tree when you saw into its trunk. I am older than any coastal redwood, and I no longer stand tall. I am I, and I have had many names and borne many secrets, but the worst of those are always weighed to be carried in the pockets as stones as one walks into a river. I am I. But who I once was is the story worth telling: And she was the river I drowned in.

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