Cancelled!

I wrote my first short story of 2022 and submitted it to a publisher at the weekend.

My aim this year was always to pull away from short story writing (and submitting) to focus on longer works, my coursework and editing.

And I’ve stuck to it pretty rigidly, even when declining offers is painful! But spreading oneself too thin degrades everything.

I’m not going to go into the details of this short story, but I will say that its content, along with recent conversations with other writers, got me thinking; If I had a higher readership, I’d be cancelled.

I know there are many faux pas and taboos that change over time, and my work constantly bears the weight of uncomfortable themes. Horrifying right? One of the reasons I now include content warnings is to support readers sensitive to particular themes. It is not a poor taste marketing strategy. It is genuinely to deter readers that could feel hurt by my work. If I’m doing my job correctly, my work (in horror particularly) should be uncomfortable.

Over the last few years, there has been a notable request for ‘diversity’ from publishers demanding representation from marginalised groups — in a writer’s personal circumstances and in the characters we create to tell our stories. In this quest, many are outright discrimination, the very thing they claim to be trying to ‘correct’. ‘We demand diversity and representation unless you’re a cis white male’ being the most prominent. How dare they! On top of that, these diversity thumpers are dictating the presence of character archetypes in a creative’s work! ‘No LGBTQI+ representation? Better squeeze one in there, to keep everyone happy.’

Well, quite frankly fuck that! I don’t fall in line with any dictatorship! And it has zero place in art of any kind!

I am anti book banning.

I am anti art burning.

I am anti-censorship.

I am anti-dictatorship.

If you don’t like an artist’s material — don’t buy a ticket, don’t read their work and don’t dictate how anyone else should feel about it! Such arrogance is deeply misguided and kills art. It doesn’t promote it; it doesn’t promote equality or diversity. You’re foolish if you think that it does. The great tapestry of creative output is the very definition of diversification and multicultural without a pre-set dictated agenda!

Wild Flower Weeds

First, the dense green leaves; push sunward from between the cracks.

Sprouting from the over nurtured, the ill valued; prisons of possession.

The Dandies bid for life, to bloom, be free; prevailing through destruction and control.

Neighbours spray them relentlessly; Killer with killers.

Down on pristine knees; a homicidal mission.

One never understood that murderous desire.

Holding admiration for their persistence to live; punching through suffocating concrete.

Taking back the malnourished earth; grey to green.

Converting the controlled over preened to wild and free.

Children blow wishes into the ether from their seed heads.

How can one not appreciate the beauty, innocence, thirst for life and freedom mirrored in the Dandelion.

It offers much, this humble wild flower weed.

The regard of wild things as weeds, one may never understand.

Like unruly children and nonconformist adults; weeds of society.

Pests of the pretentious empty garden; still they persist.

They bloom.

(c) Natasha Sinclair 2019, All rights reserved.