Welcome to Knight’s Knoir

Welcome to Knight’s Knoir

Where I try to remember to blog about writing, life, the universe and everything.

My Sekrit News is Sekrit no longer – the first book in the Rojan Dizon trilogy is out!. More info here, or under Books

Suffice to say the noirish trilogy features a cynical, snarky main character, a femme fatale and lots of rain. Oh and magic, yes, that too. Not very nice magic, it has to be said.

Social Networks and me

So, last week I decided to you know, cut right the heck back on social networks

This has been coming a while, but I thought it might be worth blogging about

When I’m on the net, I see…stuff. A lot of stuff I don’t see (maybe I am blind) IRL. People basically, and in the words of my daughter, being butts to everyone else. Because they can

Now, I try usually and attempt to see the other point of view (this is not always possible and see the whole “tolerance will die because of tolerance” debate – I do not tolerate intolerance, I am bigoted against bigots, so sue me) I am a writer, and to write is to get inside someone else’s head — you HAVE to have empathy.

But

But after a while that empathy. that – sometimes sarcastic or caustic, I’m British that is often how we do it – tolerance, that empathy, it gets hard. It’s not just what I see — it’s stuff going on IRL etc. For 6 months, the only way we were paying bills was for me to work a job that required ALL THE HOURS. I mean that. ALL THE DAMN HOURS. And I wrote a book too, because I had a deadline (which I missed by a couple of weeks, and they were cool about it)

And add to that, children ill and stuff blowing up and my bipolar said, hey, you know I haven’t visited in a while and…

And sometimes, just sometimes, you see so much hate, and (try to)act against that hate so much, and everything else going on and…you snap. Or I do. Sometimes that snapping is…not nice

Those are the days I do not like the person social media *can* – doesn’t always, and hey the fault is mine — turn me into. I don’t like what it makes me, or *reveals* in me anyway. I don’t want to be that person.

So much shit is going down, and sometimes I have to take a step back. Because I am burnt out on cynicism, on other people’s hate, on people’s hate for me, or those like me. Notwithstanding the people I have met online and consider friends, and they are many.

Because when I live in real life…it’s peaceful. There are no trolls. Hate, if it’s there, is muted and spoken in whispers (so I can ignore it), not shouted in my face

It’s nice. It’s real.

So, a break from the hate, from the vitriol, the sheer acidness.

I may well be back. When I can’t keep my trap shut any more. When I have recharged the empathy batteries. Because right now they are more than dry.

About me

Because perhaps you want to know?

AUTHOR BIO: Francis Knight was born and lives in Sussex, England. When not living in her own head, she enjoys SF&F geekery, WWE geekery, teaching her children Monty Python quotes, and boldly going and seeking out new civilizations.

I look like this:

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Well, mostly I don’t, but me and cameras don’t mix. That expression is me thinking ‘Can we hurry it up? I feel like a pillock.’ With thanks to Kevin Fitzpatrick.

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