The credit for the art goes to Jon Foster, with cover design by Christine Foltzer.
I’m pleased to announce that I’ve been tapped to guest edit an issue of Apex Magazine (launching in April 2017). I’ll be soliciting a few stories, but I also wanted to open up the slush pile for potential stories. Normally Apex Magazine brings you 12,000 words of original fiction. My special issue will deliver 20,000 words.
I’m looking for the story only you could write. Something deeply personal and at the same time universal. Smart, literate stories—be they horror or dark fantasy or science fiction—with depth. Stories that make me think, that comment on the human condition and the social order. Stories that are rich in their language use. However, as much as I love social commentary, don’t forget to entertain me.
Submissions will go through the Apex submission page which will open from 12/01/2016 until 12/16/2016. Unsolicited stories received outside this time frame will be deleted unread.
Please send no more than one submission at a time. Simultaneous submissions will be accepted as long as you tell us up front (and immediately withdraw the story if you sell it elsewhere). If you have any questions, reach out to me through my web site contact page.
I look forward to seeing your stories.
The United Northwest Area residents come together to showcase the works of professional artists and local entrepreneurs in Open Bite Night Reloaded #BiggerAndDeffer to benefit local non-profits.
INDIANAPOLIS, IN – For the second time this year, on October 1, 2016, RoE Creations and The Learning Tree partner to bring together residents of the UNWA community for Open Bite Night (Reloaded) #BiggerAndDeffer.
Held outside, block party-style at and around the intersection of Roache and Burton, a few blocks west of Watkins Park, Open Bite Night Reloaded #BiggerAndDeffer showcases the gifts and talents of a neighborhood. Poets, artists, and local entrepreneurs come together for an all day festival starting at 3:00pm. Come and experience delicious and beautiful dishes from local cooks, chefs, caterers and aspiring food professionals. Each culinary artist will offer a few different small plates so that you can sample from several creators. This event is meant to benefit everyone in our local community with proceeds going towards the GRoE, Choose Joy, and VOICES non-profits.
Earlier this year, Open Bite Night launched to encourage local businesses and artisans. It came in the wake of a spate of police violence toward the African American community. The event proved to be a healing one, allowing residents to grieve and protest while celebrating a sense of community. Open Bite Night Reloaded builds on that sense of community.
Open Bite Night Reloaded #BiggerAndDeffer kicks off with the opening of an open air art gallery and music at 3:00pm and a burger battle at 5:00pm. The official Open Bite Night Reloaded activities kick off at 6:00pm with live cooking (featuring small plates from various caterers and restaurateurs); live music (featuring open mic poets and a variety of musicians); and booths of neighborhood entrepreneurs and artists.
Among the cooks that will be featured in our Open Bite Foodcase are: ROE Creations, Oya’s the Trap, Foodlovetog, SistaFriends, Indulge Personal Chef Services, Januarie York & Damon Dulin dba DaeWhy Unordinary Culinary, Exclusive Events, Anitra Malone, Lets Taste, Renee King dba Slice of Soul, Dulce Delights, Nicole Kearney dba Sip & Share, Niesha Nichole Neal dba the Neal Deal, Chef J.O. Jeremiah L. Oliver, Justin Calloway dba Culinary Designs by Justin, Crows Place, and more!
Headlined by M’Reld Green and Januarie York, some of the artists that will be performing are: Earl Feeray Phillips, Dennis Adrien Green, Jeremy Rhetoryk McClure, Zachery Le’on, New Wave Collective, Lyndon Womack aka The Grand Chief, Alex Hall, Unequa Ganodu, Harlem Indynois, Hekima Ashé, Kay Diamond, and more!
This is a family friendly event. All are welcome!
RoE Creations – a catering and community organizing small business here in Indianapolis. We are currently spearheading a community effort to feed children of the MLK neighborhood who may be going home to little or no food after school.
The Learning Tree – a leading arts and community organization now in its third year of encouraging creative expression in the arts and nurturing the gifts and passions of the community.
The Learning Tree and RoE Creations … harnessing the power of community.
A couple months ago I attended an event, Open Bite Night, an open mic and small plate event put on by RoE Creations (my sister’s non-profit). It was to highlight small businesses and budding caterers in the neighborhood … and we almost didn’t go. For that matter, they almost didn’t hold it. In the weeks leading up to it, across the nation it was like black people were being targeted by the police. Black body after black body brutalized, dismissed, disregarded, considered a threat no matter how young or how unarmed. We were tired, we were grieving, we were angry. But we ended up attending.
Open Bite Night was awesome. A couple hundred folks, all these neighbors, showing up and showing out what they could do in a kitchen. A community coming together to celebrate the gifts within it. The stage (my sister’s porch) became a place of healing. Poet after poet gave voice to our feelings. The pain. The anger. The hope. To protest how we have been treated. To demand to be seen and heard.
Then the police showed up.
A ripple went through the crowd like an electric shock. A wave of emotion swept through me. Anger. Resentment. Suspicion. Fear. I was afraid. Of our police. The Indianapolis Police Department, where I have friends who serve proudly and the sight of them put me on alert. My aunt started packing up her stuff and her son immediately saying “I’ve worked too hard to raise this black young man just to see him cut down by the police … a week before he’s off to college.” The fear was real. That we were seen as a mob, an unruly assembly. That we were a threat. Images of the two patrol cars calling for backup, of armed men arriving in riot gear. That our voices didn’t matter. That our right to assemble, protest, and critique didn’t matter.
That our lives didn’t matter.
Excerpts from a voice mail message left for a local church who had a Black Lives Matter sign in their yard: “Jesus would say ‘all lives matter’” … “…the blacks around here are almost as bad as in Chicago …” … “It’s not like the blacks are slaves anymore.” … “Black Lives Matter is a terrorist organization.”
Acts of protest, acts of civil disobedience, by their nature and intent, disrupt the natural order of things. That’s the point. The natural order needs to be questioned, the fact that not everyone experiences this natural order equally needs to be highlighted. To say “Black Lives Matter” is a reminder. There is an unspoken “too” (as in “Black lives matter, too”) because it’s obvious that to many people they don’t. Black Lives Matter is not a difficult concept to grasp unless a person willfully doesn’t want to.
Those same people understand that saying “Blue Lives Matter” doesn’t mean they think only police lives matter to the exclusion of all others. Pro-life activists saying #unbornlivesmatter doesn’t mean they don’t care about anyone else. If an environmentalist chants “save the rainforest,” people understand that they aren’t saying the other biomes don’t matter. When Jesus said “blessed are the poor,” he didn’t mean that everyone else was out of luck. All of them are attempting to draw special attention to the fact that the object/people they are defending are under threat or being destroyed at an alarming rate. But people know this already and are disingenuous when they pretend otherwise. Obviously it’s the word “Black” they have issue with. That’s the word they find “divisive” and that’s rather the point.
If “All Lives Matter” was the case in practice, there would never be a need for Black Lives Matter. To go one step further, if All Lives Matter was the natural order of things, when a black life was cut down unjustly, all people of all races would rally in objection. They wouldn’t complain about how other people grieve their tragedies. Hiding behind #alllivesmatter is a distraction, an act of erasure, where people retreat to in order to cover their indifference with platitudes. Well-intentioned words instead of real action.
At church, the day after Open Bite Night, I was angry. Angry at the world. Angry at the country. Angry at how scared I was made to feel. Angry at how taken for granted my black life was. Angry at white people in general. Ironic, considering that I currently attend a predominantly white church. We’d fallen in with their community due to their work in the city and their commitment to the arts. And I never felt so apart from them.
I strode in, mad and determined to be mad. Dressed in all black, both to mourn and protest, as my t-shirt had the word REVOLUTION across it and featured portrait of historical black leaders. I barely got two steps past the door when the youngest daughter of dear friends of mine ran up to me. “Hi Mr. Broaddus. I’m so glad you’re here.” A few moments later, their next oldest daughter came around the corner and ran up to me. “Good morning, Mr. Broaddus,” she said and then gave me a hug. I managed a couple more steps when their *next* oldest daughter snuck up on me and gave me a hug. “Mr. Broaddus! You’re here.” Finally, before I had reached the coffeetable, their NEXT oldest daughter found me and gave me a hug. “Mr. Broaddus, I’m so happy to see you!” And I was left trying to figure out how to keep my anger in the face of unconditional love.
They were the welcoming arms of Christ. No guile, no politics, simply reaching out in love. Sensing my sorrow and grieving with me. It was not about needing validation, I have that by birthright. It was about being known, being recognized, being valued. I was still angry at a system that perpetuates racism. At the unjust power structure. The anger was real and just. Which brings me to whether or not Jesus would say “Black Lives Matter.”
“The Spirit of the Lord is upon me, because the Lord has anointed me. He has sent me to preach good news to the poor, to proclaim release to the prisoners and recovery of sight to the blind, to liberate the oppressed, and to proclaim the year of the Lord’s favor.” –Luke 4:18-19
The simple fact was that Jesus often emphasized groups of people. The poor. The “least of these.” Those whom others—the majority, the system—would tend to discount or condemn. The marginalized. Those denied a voice. The persecuted. His was a ministry of empathizing the other. He stood in opposition to oppression and systematic racism.
The bottom line is that my life matters Just as much as anyone else’s. It’s not so hard to understand.
1) When I was 15 yo I had a rod surgically implanted in my back to correct scoliosis and can’t do everything a “fully able” person could
2) Even if I could, I’m no longer a young man and whatever athletic prime I had is in the rearview mirror
3) It doesn’t make sense for me to compete with my 15 yo son in any sort of athletic endeavor
4) I accept the fact that it’s not all worth it because I did beat him (but I *did* win … though I know that’s not the point)
5) Next time my wife says “we should call someone” I should listen to her sooner (I am writing that one under duress)
6) EMTs and firemen (yeah, there was quite the production of them trying to get me out of our tiny hallway … don’t ask … the first one to make an “I’ve fallen and I can’t get up comment gets blocked) and NURSES all rock. And doctors, too, but special shout out to the nurses (because I have so many in my life including a mother, sister, and several of my closest friends)
7) Yes, my family takes pictures of everything. Luckily I’m subscribed to all of my children’s social media accounts for this very reason.
8) Yes, the no social media while medicated policy is probably for the best (looking back, I can see that naming my catheter and spinning a series of secret adventures with it my not be the best look for my image)
8a) Yes, there was a flashback to the previous catheter incident.
9) Yes, I begrudgingly accept that I am responsible for the “Broaddus Family Comedy Hour” tour that followed me and that mocking me at every turn is their way of showing support. My family has jokes, needless to say the EMT, nurses, and doctors loved us.
10) Thank you all for your well wishes and prayers (even the rest of my friends/family who ALSO had jokes).
11) I am blessed and humbled (of course, there are several catheter stories that could explain the sudden onset humility, but I know, I know, not while medicated).
I was recently asked what kind of Christian I am. The person was looking for an easy label to pin on me (Baptist, Presbyterian, Calvinist, etc). I get it. I’ve been called everything from a Christian Buddhist to a Christian humanist. They just want to get an idea of my theology. Though I’m not one for labels (if I were, I’d call myself post-denominational), I consider myself a simple theologian.
I’ve lost all interest in debating with folks. The devising of clever proofs, apologetics, strengthening my arguments none of it holds any interest for me. Two reasons:
- It reminds me of a typical Facebook argument and I’ve seen how often people change their minds there
- Typically these sort of debates lose sight of relationships. I’m no longer engaged with you, I’m formulating my comeback, I’m devising a better logical trap. I’m busy missing the point.
All I could see was how far I fell short, the gap between where my life was and what I know. Sunday after Sunday, attending church, those paeans of knowledge and pastoral aggrandizement, all but worshiping Scripture as part of the Godhead. I know what we’re called to be: God’s hands in this world, ambassadors of love. I know the message, the grace, the peace, the healing I’m supposed to bring. I know how far I fall short.
Faith is a journey, full of peaks and valleys. A few years ago, I was trapped in a deep valley, so dark I didn’t think I would ever see my way out. My faith as shattered and I was trying to figure out if I should try to put it back together, much less how. I kept coming back to one question (and the central failing of my life as I saw it): what does my life say about my theology?
Words are cheap. Ideas are cheap. If they have weight, it’ll impact our lives. While I was busy playing “gotcha” games with theology, it’s actions that prove the words.
““Teacher, which is the greatest commandment in the Law?”
Jesus replied: “‘Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind.’ This is the first and greatest commandment. And the second is like it: ‘Love your neighbor as yourself.’ All the Law and the Prophets hang on these two commandments.””–Matthew 22:36-40
So I boiled down my Christianity to “love God and love one another.” So that’s pretty much all I focus on. It makes for a simpler exegesis of even troublesome passages. I interpret/filter all the parts of the Bible I don’t understand through the parts that I do.
I don’t understand much. As I understand the overarching story of the Bible, it’s one of God just saying “I know you and I love you”and pursuing a relationship with us. “I know you and I love you.” My life should be a response to that. All I know is that I want to know God and pursue a relationship with Him. I want to follow Christ, model him, and pursue relationships with others.
I could talk about the story we’re in or the holes inside of us or how we’re more than the story of our sin. Might be all right as an intellectual exercise, but in the end, it comes down to being known and being loved anyway. There’s no point in debating theology with me. No point in playing “gotcha” games with me.
I am called to love. I am called to reconcile. I am called to pursue justice. In response to that, I in turn return that love and, caught up in an overflow of that, endeavor to love others. I am into getting to know you and having conversations. I love to hear people’s stories. In practice:
-If I don’t challenge the paradigms of society, I have missed the point of my faith.
-If I don’t challenge the social constructs about me, I have missed the point of my faith.
-If I don’t challenge power dynamics, I have missed the point of my faith.
-If I don’t challenge oppressive systems, I have missed the point of my faith.
-If I don’t love you well, I have missed the point of my faith.
Indianapolis just got through hosting “the best four days in gaming” known as Gen Con. In addition to all of the gaming that goes on, the streets of downtown Indianapolis are marked by costumed attendees. Cosplay is serious business, a large part of gaming and geek culture. Cosplay (costume play) is like performance art for fans. How they join in with the object of their fandom, often (re-)interpreting it.
The costuming goes on all week, the Convention Center hallways filled with everyone from Chewbacca, Galactus, an assortment of Disney princesses, My Little Ponies, Dragonball Z, and if you threw a stone, you’d probably hit someone in a Deadpool or a Harley Quinn costume. My personal favorite costumers were an interracial family whose dad was Captain America, the mom as Agent Carter, and their six year old daughter as Black Widow. (Although Jerry Gordon captured some Stranger Things cosplay that was a close second).
The Saturday of Gen Con is the costume parade and the costume contest. Knowing their audience, a group dressed as the Wolfguard Squad fro Warhammer 40K won first place in the group category. Katherine D’Adamo (12) won first place in the kids category for her Sabine Wren costume. Ruby Rouge won first place in the fantasy/historical category for her the Queen of Blades costume. Dressed as a fallout raider from Fallout 4, Eric Livesay took home first place in the video game category.
Next year marks Gen Con 50 and I already excited to see what people will do.
The pop up storefront I’m working at. A man just came by to take pics of it for a set design idea. #maplecrossing
And now the typical thoughts start to creep in while I’m trying to write… #amwriting
That’s stupid. #amwriting
That’s boring. #amwriting
There’s got to be a better word for that. #amwriting
That’s no way to open a story. #amwriting
You know what, put down something and come back to fix it later. #amwriting
It’s been an hour. You have two paragraphs done. #amwriting
Why won’t this character cooperate? Stop thinking and do something. #amwriting
I wonder what I should have for lunch. #amwriting
*gets distracted by social media* *decides to call it “research time”* #amwriting
Is this boring? I think it’s boring. I might have a boring first page. At least it’s a page. But I’m not getting attached. #amwriting
You know you don’t have to include every idea you brainstormed, right? #amwriting
Or every bit of research. #amwriting
A lady in the neighborhood just handed me some wipes and told me to get out of the sun before I start talking to myself like a crazy person.
Gen Con 2016 will return to the Indiana Convention Center August 4-7 for THE BEST FOUR DAYS IN GAMING.
Gen Con is the original, longest running, and best-attended gaming convention in the world. Gen Con 2016 will feature more than 15,000 events taking place over the four-day weekend. Last year, Gen Con set an attendance record with more than 61,000 unique attendees coming from all 50 states, every Canadian province, and more than 54 countries. For the first time ever, Gen Con will offer programming in the Lucas Oil Stadium exhibition space. According to tourism group Visit Indy, Gen Con drives more than $67 million in annual activity to the city of Indianapolis.
For those wondering where to catch up with me, here you go:
Thursday, August 4th
4:00pm Business of Writing: Courting Controversy
Friday, August 5th
9:00am CrowdFunding 101
11:00am Writing Novels: Story Breadcrumbs
1:00pm Writer’s Craft: Epic Scenes
3:00pm Writing Novels: Ending it Right
Saturday, August 6th
12:00pm Writer’s Craft: Is Your Story Ready to Submit?
1:00pm Worldbuilding 101
Then again, I live here, so I’m pretty easy to find here.
First off, I’ll be attending 4th Street Fantasy (Minneapolis, MN) from June 17 – 19. I’ll be on these panels:
“Empire and Corporation” (Friday 8 PM)
Do corporations fill the same role(s) in our lives and in our stories that empires once did? Another suggested possibility for this panel: “Empires, Corporations, and Religions: Our Favorite Atagonism Machines!” How has representation of the corporation in SF/F changed over the years, and how has the public relationship to the concept of the corporation changed in the same time? Where do corporation and empire now sit in the pantheon of background influences and themes in SF/F?
“Writing to Strength, Writing to Weakness” (Saturday 5 PM)
How does one find the right blend? How does one find a blend at all? If we assume, as past 4th Street panels have asserted, that every writer is dealt a certain number of “cards,” artistic strengths that they develop sooner or more powerfully than others, do we want to build our play narrowly around those cards or keep fishing for new ones? What’s the difference between experimental self-improvement and frittering away one’s more obvious gifts? What’s the difference between laudable boundary-pushing and unsuccessful pretense? Who gets to decide what a writer is “meant” for, anyway?
Next up will be a couple of workshops I’ll be leading through the Indiana Writers Center:
Instructor: Maurice Broaddus
Date: Saturday, June 25
Time: 9:30 a.m.- 12:30 p.m.
Cost: $57 Nonmembers, $39 members, $33 student members/teacher members/senior members/military members
Whether your story takes place in a far off land or an alternate version of an existing one; whether it is extrapolating science into futuristic technologies with its impact on society or conjuring new forms of magic, making your world believable is key. In this course you will learn about one of the special concerns of speculative fiction: world-building. Setting is an important part of any story. More particular to the speculative fiction writer is the world-building aspect of setting. Our job is to out-imagine our readers. The writer needs to make sure that their world operates within a consistent system. We will develop a basic checklist of items to think through as you build the universe for your characters to play in. This is all with a view toward submission and publication, so we will explore the marketplace, discussing where and how to submit your work.
Register online or download and print a registration form.
Click here for the Faculty Bio for Maurice Broaddus
Instructor: Maurice Broaddus
Date: Saturday, July 23
Time: 9:30-12:30 p.m.
Cost: $57 Nonmembers, $39 members, $33 student members/teacher members/senior members/military members
Characters are at the heart of stories and dialogue helps define characters and drive story. In this workshop you’ll learn to develop characters, consider word choice, and define their voice through dialogue. The workshop will present essential tips to improve dialogue and explore how to write dialogue that rings true, deepens character, creates tension, and more.
Register online or download and print a registration form.