Why there are some things you can’t say to strangers…

Yes, there is such a thing as ‘free speech’. I may hate those people who are racist, sexist or homophobic in their own head, but thankfully the subject is very rarely approached over lunch. 

   Strange then, that a conversation last night with a complete stranger (she was on my course, but still) resulted in a chat about mental health. One student commented on the dismissal of someone who did something unacceptable in their job. That woman who was fired later turned out to have Bipolar Disorder. The other student at our dinner table then made the mistake of saying she thought the woman was ‘crazy’ and that she wouldn’t want anyone who had Bipolar to be looking after her children. Ii was then prompted to remark that if the action was done while the woman was experiencing a manic state, surely it was unfair dismissal?

  Up until this point, I had tried to be kind. I had made conversation. I had not shown this girl who thought mental health problems meant people were ‘crazy’ that I was practically shaking with indignation. The girl repeated her earlier comment and the table fell quiet. Perhaps this was what prompted me later on, while talking to a friend about doctors appointments in front of the girl, to mention I needed to have regular appointments because I was being tested for bipolar.

  Funnily enough, the girl went absolutely white, stared at me, and spent the rest of the evening looking suitably shame-faced. 

  What I do find really strange, is that all of us at that table are doing a subject at university that is generally thought to be quite liberal. How can someone sit and emotionally discuss the evils of topics such as segregation and the need for equality, when they don’t actually believe in it themselves? It seems pretty backward to me, and, on some level, this girl must have thought so too, otherwise she wouldn’t have reacted like she did when I said that.

And, while I may or may not have Bipolar, I am perfectly unashamed of who I am. My problems do not define me, they just make me myself. And I’ve always been a person who is unable to deal with those small-minded, prejudiced people who don’t have the capacity to think in a civilized way. Therefore, if you’re silly enough to say something to a complete stranger over Thanksgiving dinner, you can rest assured you should either be willing to defend what you say or shut up.

  And maybe, in these situations, it really is best to keep opinions to yourself.

S.K. Sophia Interviews Me!

Okay, so I’ve been a bit busy recently. But I have taken the time to do a little sneak preview of things to come with the amazing S.K. Sophia (whom I have had the joy of interviewing myself!)

 

Anyhow, she’s painted me in a good light. Check it out here: http://www.sksophia.com/2013/11/meet-writer-clary-gray.html#gpluscomments

Or be square. Either works for me.

Dust to Ashes

Very happy to announce that I am currently about a third of the way through editing Dust to Ashes. Hopefully, that means those lovely people known as publishers can have a little look-see soon!

Delays

Okay, now that I’ve been fully introduced to uni and the joys of sitting referencing for hours on end (I really hope you can understand why I chose my username by now) I’ve decided to concentrate on reading and writing again!

 

Actually, I’m not entirely sure why I bothered to write a whole blog post about this, except that I’m excited! I’ve already started work on another novel called A Spill of Ink. This one will be a horror 🙂 I’ve been a little bit stuck on the plot, but luckily for me I have been raised on Stephen King books by a father who also loves reading horror books, so my phone call to him went something like this:

 

Me: Dad, I wanted to do NaNoWriMo this year. But I got stuck. I have no way of finishing it on time, but still. 

Dad: What was your plot?

Me: Basically, it’s about a recluse with a typewriter.

Dad: What about… hang on let me think. Hmm, blood! How about it includes lots of murders and this could happen *SPOILER* and he could think this is happening but really there’s loads of murder.

Me: That sounds great. Hey listen…

Dad: And how about *vividly describes an idea for a really twisted plot twist*

Me: You are sick.

Dad: *Evil laugh.*

 

Honestly folks, my uni professor knows him as Stephen-King-Guy because he spent all of the open day appointment talking about the books in my professor’s room (I’m doing American Lit, so it isn’t much of a surprise).

But yeah, wait ’til you see the plot of this one. This is what happens when you pass horror books on to your kids.