Banning Books is BAD

That, to me, is an obvious statement but alas…

There’s tons of info out there about the fact that book banning is on the rise in the United States. Proponents will tell you they’re protecting people–usually kids– from harmful content. They’re wrong, but even if there were some noble purpose behind the efforts, censorship of any kind is a violation of the first amendment right to free speech, which includes the freedom to write and the freedom to read. Worse still, there’s been an uptick in efforts to ban nonfiction books–that’s banning FACTS, friends. Fiction promotes empathy and understanding but nonfiction is KNOWLEDGE and banning knowledge is dangerous and downright frightening.

PEN America has a ton of well-researched info on book banning in the United States (articles they’ve published are where I got the info in the previous paragraph); I encourage you to take a look and educate yourself if you’re not already familiar.

Thankfully, there are lots of good people and organizations fighting against bans in various ways. One of these organizations is Authors Against Book Bans (AABB), which I’ve joined. From their website:

“Our aim is to form chapters in all 50 states and DC to provide:

  • A framework for local organizing,
  • Coordination and “ban alert” information on a national level,
  • Strategic calls to action at local and national levels,
  • Partnerships with a variety of national organizations and grass-roots groups that support the freedom to read,
  • Support and encouragement for the educators, librarians, parents, and students who are the first line of defense against censorship, and for the authors whose books are under attack.”

Thanks to AABB, I can do more to support the freedom to read than wear my “Censorship is so 1984” shirt and yap on about it to my kids. Just recently, I started volunteering with AABB to help with their social media on BlueSky. For better or worse, with all my time in bed I can easily check in on the account, respond to posts, and post new content. Our aim is to highlight actionable info — no action is too small, too local, so you if you know of anything going on where you live please let me know!

And if you are a creator of literature (“If your name has ever been printed in a book as a credit to its creators, you are welcome to join us. We are looking for writers, illustrators, narrators, translators – all the people who create literature. We are completely genre-agnostic and are open to traditionally and independently published creators.”), consider joining AABB and getting on their email list for updates and ways to help.

Writing Goals

I don’t set a lot of writing goals. I don’t set a lot of goals, period. My body just doesn’t let me. My reality is that I have to adapt to whatever my body needs in the moment and so setting goals tends to set me up for disappointment. This year, though, I sort of stumbled into a goal. In March, I realized I’d submitted once piece of writing a month for publication and I decided it felt doable to continue that trend. Which means, I cautiously set a goal: submit one piece of writing per month.

Well, it’s June and I have stuck with it for another three months! I have submitted (at least) one poem per month to literary magazines. My track record of success is not so awesome, as only January’s submission was successfully picked up. BUT it’s been a small thing I do just for me that has nothing whatsoever to do with my health and that feels good.

In case you’d like to read it, here is the piece that I subbed in January that was picked up. It’s a collaborative piece (my first!) in a style that is far outside my normal writing, and it was so much fun to write: Habitat, Haunted, in the engine(idling. You can find the entire issue here in PDF (free to read) and available for purchase in hard copy.

Thanks for reading!

Revisiting that poetic genius…

My coauthor tells me I shared an incorrect version of our poem, so I’m here to set the record straight. The shining example of my poetic genius was actually written as follows:

Bub the Baby

If you ever meet a baby

who cries really loud

then, just maybe,

you’ll be allowed

to pick him up high,

right up to the sky,

then drop him in the tub

and name him Bub.

I’ll keep my eyes peeled for the accolades I am about to receive.

PS – I am adding this because it came up with a reader: I wrote this poem when I was ten or eleven, NOT in any way postpartum. I am not exploring taboo subjects, and no actual babies were dropped. Eek.