Well here we are.
Holy shitballs we made it.
Please pat yourselves on the back.
Now, what is in store for me this year?
First up some ch-cha-changes.
- I will be reading fewer physical books because we are moving into a tiny apartment and I already have been culling books for months.
- I’m expanding my offerings at Patreon. Now not only is there a letter, the Daiyuverse and whatnots but, I’m also going to be posting early access craft stuff. Like this entry but with WIPs and other extras. There is more but I’m not ready yet.
- MORE SHIT. With my commute being cut by about 2.5 hours a day I’m looking forward to being able to do more creative work.
Other stuff is a surprise.
So how about some 2017 numbers?
Submissions. I did not submit much. First up places I was rejected from, ghosted on or not responded to. There are more I forgot to put on my spreadsheet:
- Argot Magazine
- Submittable blog
- Okey Panky
- Literary Hub
- Electric Literature
- Wear Your Voice Magazine (my first listicle and first submission of 2017) This made a lot of people very angry. It was reprinted a few times, also made people very angry.
- ROAR A poetry review that got hella personal.
- Wear Your Voice Magazine II. Funnily enough, it made a few people angry but not as many.
- Ravishly. My first very in depth look at my personal woo in the context of the whiteness of witchy things.
- Unchaste Anthology II. Wee poems for a beautiful little thing.
- The Wanderer. Some much rejected poems found a home here.
My most rejected stuff was the poems in The Wanderer. Most of the rejections were form, one said that they didn’t publish confessional poetry (that place does but that is a privilege reserved for White women).
My JT Leroy essay behind the paywall at Medium was form rejected four times according to my email. However, it is doing fairly well by itself there.
What else happened in my lit life?
I didn’t publish as much about race as I have in years past but, 2017 was the year of White folks completely raging out about my work. Some gems. This person literally commented on almost every comment on the first Wear Your Voice Article:
Sage Radachowsky christ your also not black. have you read the article? it more or less says white people have no say nor idea about what racism is. So you need to stop commenting as well. I am just helping out the author here and trying to get all you whities to understand your not allowed to comment.
Except that being called ‘white’ IS stereotyping.
There is ZERO genetic basis for lumping pale skinned people into a monolithic category. None.
Not genetically, nor culturally.
Don’t believe me? Try walking up to a Israeli in Jeruselum and telling him he’s the same as a Palestenian because they are both white. See how long it takes to get knocked on your ass.
- I should give the author some real problems.
- Shannon is rude.
- This is anti-white propaganda.
2017 was also the year that specifically my work in various spaces to deal with Whiteness got me doxxed with some other folks.
I spent a lot of this year screening racist filth out of my inboxes, I blocked some here, I had to hear about it from friends and frankly, it really fucked up a lot of my year. I clocked in threats that covered everything from you’ll never get published in X magazines, to I’ll rape you, to I’ll teach you a lesson bitch to we’re going to tell everyone in the industry what a racist you are.
I landed a few FB bans. One for having the phrase White people in a status and two other times for saying men are trash.
After all that stress and dealing with my partner being really ill, bills and shit you know what?
I’m still fucking here.
The threats, name calling, doxxing, having my posts on FB reported, etc. Yes they slowed me down during the latter half of 2017 because I had to make some hard decisions about my work.
And you know what?
I hit fuck it.
2017 really cemented for me the fact that, there is not a lot I can say without somebody calling me a racist. Set boundaries for White people? Racist. Talk about Whiteness as a cultural construct that is hell bent on fucking up shit for everybody? I AM THE REAL RACIST.
And you know what? I can only assume that my work is hitting the right nerve. Change hurts. Learning hurts a lot.
I also learned that sometimes I reach out into the blue nowhere that is the internet, and I touch folks. When I hear that my newsletter/loveletter thing made someone feel good. Or when someone says to me, I read this and was pissed and then I realized I needed to see this it is fuckin great.
I learned that wading through the people who devalue my work for whatever reason, and through the people whom I make so uncomfortable they are willing to try and take food off of my table and fuck up my life in general- I can get through it.
I can get through and still do what the fuck I am meant to do.
Because fuck those people.
For every Pepe avatar having shitfuck to the “reasonable” White feminists who are actively working to silence me- fuck em.
I have shit to do and art to make.
I have a life to live and ain’t nobody got time for that.
Later this month the little beautiful poetry book I wrote is coming out. These fuckass people almost ruined what is a dream for me.
I FUCKING MADE THAT.
I am so proud of it and have so many things to say.
You can have that later on. Pre-order for shipping in a few weeks here.
So really, 2017 was a lot of painful lessons. A lot of realizations about myself, my work and where I fit in the world.
And a lot of great support. Beautiful friends. Amazing writers. Great books and stuff.
I hope 2018 brings me some new stuff. New adventures. Big Swing pitches and submissions.
As I like to say:
WELCOME TO THE PIT MOTHER FUCKERS!!