My First, Last, and Only Blog Post on the Hugos
I do not live under a rock, contrary to popular belief, and I have been observing the Hugo shenanigans at a distance. I am not going to weigh in on the relative merits of the two "sides" (except to note that as always, people have so entrenched themselves in their own positions that they are unwilling to acknowledge any legitimate points portions of the other side might make, and we all know what a great tactic that is).
But I will say this, because I haven't seen it said yet: in my other life, I am gainfully employed in a fairly relaxed workplace. However. If I behaved, in my day job capacity, the way a great many ostensibly professional authors on both sides have behaved, I expect that I would be summarily fired.
I won't belabor the point; I think you know what I'm saying, and I don't wish to engage with this wretched affair any longer than is necessary. I will go back to telling stories, making things, and working gardens both real and metaphorical.
But I will say this, because I haven't seen it said yet: in my other life, I am gainfully employed in a fairly relaxed workplace. However. If I behaved, in my day job capacity, the way a great many ostensibly professional authors on both sides have behaved, I expect that I would be summarily fired.
I won't belabor the point; I think you know what I'm saying, and I don't wish to engage with this wretched affair any longer than is necessary. I will go back to telling stories, making things, and working gardens both real and metaphorical.