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Janice Flint • February 15, 2023
So for two years now I’ve debated about coming clean and blogging about myself personally. This has been something that has weighed on my soul, if you will, for a long time. I recently outed myself on Quora when I started answering questions about Transgenders and I didn’t think twice about it. I’ve come out on facebook and to some of my family members via snail mail and I came out to a few of my coworkers but I’ve waffled off and on about posting it on my blog. This is supposed to be about writing… and my transition impacts my writing.
My birth name was Jason Everett Flint, it has now been changed to Janice Elizabeth Flint. Legally everything that was Jason is no more or will be gone soon, my SSN and my Driver’s License has already been changed. All that is left is my Birth Certificate and I already started that process, I’m just waiting to hear back on that one. It has been one of a scary journey for myself. How could it not be? For 34 years I was a guy, but on my 35th birthday I became the person I wanted to be. And it has been an emotional rollercoaster. A lot of firsts for me and I’m thankful that I’ve gotten a chance to have them, I’m just sorry it took so long for me to get to this point.
If someone were to have asked me where I saw my life when I was a teen, and they did, I always told them I’d be dead by 35. I wouldn’t live to see my 35th birthday. I was adamant on this, because I was so unhappy with myself. I had been unhappy with myself since I learned that there were differences between men and women. I found out in sex ed. They broke the boys into one group and the girls into another. I thought it was weird that I was left behind with the “boys”. They explained all the changes that would happen in a guy’s body and I that was when I realized that something was wrong with me. I couldn’t articulate it until I was 13, even if I could who was I going to tell? But as puberty hit I hated it, hated myself and the way my body was betraying me, I grew jealous of girls because they got to do the things I wanted to do. They got to wear the clothing I wanted to wear.
So I hid all that, tried to at least. And for awhile my writing was my only outlet and it worked for a few years. My first short stories were about a boy turning into a woman. There was no horror to having changed your gender, there was no chagrin. It was all acceptance for that character. There were confusion in the minds of the supporting cast but ultimately they’d accept the character regardless of gender, and the stories turned into books. The way my characters were treated was what I was hoping for. But growing up in a conservative military family made me paranoid. I heard the way my parents talked about homosexuals, and I didn’t want them to think I was broken. Not different. Broken. I didn’t want anyone to know because I never really felt safe, even with my family. I knew they were searching my room for material and to keep myself safe I invested in buying porn, even though I never really liked it. Luckily my writing was enough of a release for a few years. But I had to have more, I needed more. My older sister still lived with us and so did my mother and there were times I thought about trying on their clothes, jewelry and makeup but I was too scared to because my father was one who was heavy with the whip so to speak. Luckily this was about the time of the internet and I found acceptance being myself in chat rooms. I might have lied about some things, namely hair color and height, but in my heart that was who I was. My name was always Janus online. For the Roman God of Portals, Openings and Closings, Endings and Beginnings. Janus was my spirit name, if you will, and I would rise from my ashes like a phoenix someday.
I prayed and wished on every day, most minutes of the day, on every wishbone, every birthday cake, every x-mas, every shooting star that I would wake up in my proper body. I grew to hate birthday’s and holidays. Not because of my family but because of myself. Because I couldn’t have what I wanted. I was going to be forever denied my heart’s desire. I grew bitter on the inside. And then Everquest came out and I grew very close to a few of my guild mates. The three I thought I could trust I told. 2 of them stopped talking to me, I still don’t know if they’ve ever gotten over the betrayal. One… went so badly that I attempted to kill myself. It wasn’t going to be my last attempt either, sadly. I survived and convinced myself that I was wrong. I started to work out, I developed an interest in the Armed Forces, developed an intense desire to join the WWE and become an ideal that other men could look up to and say “That’s a real man.” Because that’s what guys did. I never really got there. I started playing roleplaying games again and I really have to thank and hate my best friend for introducing me to this. I was luckily enough to be allowed to play a female character, in my current body, with other guys. And there were other guys who played female characters with me! I wasn’t so mistaken, maybe I wasn’t that different than others.
Then I started to hate and resent my female characters, Mirlinth Loth, because she had something I would never have. She had a husband and a child, Starkdhar. I knew at that point I had a problem. I knew that if I was jealous of my fictional character that I needed to take a step back and just reevaluate my life. I’d told a few people that I was in the wrong body and I think more than anything they just humored me. Transgenders were not the main stream, we were people who were butts of jokes. But I continued on. Resigning myself that I was going to be miserable day in and day out. I’d long ago learned to hate sleep. In sleep I was my real self, not the facade I put up. Oh sure I looked happy and content but I wasn’t. I was a mental wreck. I don’t think anyone knew how much I was actually drinking to keep things together. I could polish off a bottle of Jack and look for the next bottle to keep going. I learned to play drunk well even though I was stone cold sober. I was to afraid of drinking with others, serious drinking, because I didn’t know if I could keep it together and if the dam burst would I be able to put the pieces together again, would I be able to keep my friendships.
I have always been something of a hot head, because guys had to have either anger or humor. You couldn’t cry or grieve. My dad actually was angry that I wasn’t distraught when we lost a dog when I was 15. I told him point blank to his face that Men didn’t cry. He just smirked at me. What was I supposed to say? He’d taught me by example. Verbal and emotional abuse had taught me that men had 2 emotions. Oh sure, I cried myself quietly to sleep each night, slept in only 2 or 3 hour chunks because I was afraid someone would come into my room and see me curled up in a fetal position. I was by all accounts a pathetic person.
And it kept getting worse and worse. There was a portion of myself that was always putting me down, even the stupidest little mistake would be a day of ripping myself apart. On the outside I had to be perfect, on the inside I was the biggest enemy I had. I couldn’t do anything right and I would admit that nothing I did would get better, even if I did magically get my wish to have my female body I was still a fuck up and unworthy of such a gift. These negative thoughts were always with me. I tried my best to keep upright but being that I didn’t put faith in others, I couldn’t trust others, I couldn’t lower myself down to their human standards because for years I’d been tearing myself down.
Finally I broke. It was about the time my dog Maggie died that the cracks started to really happen. There had been signs I think to everyone but those signs were all pointing to me being homosexual. I was getting to the point where I defined myself by those around me, because I was afraid to stare into the maw that was myself. And in June of 2015 that I’d had enough. I spent the entire night before crying for myself and what I had become and I hated it. Hated everything about it. I stood up, braced to give the last of fucks. I went into work and told my boss I wanted to transition. And we started the process. I found a therapist who has been incredibly helpful and on October 27th 2015 I started on Hormone Replace Therapy. One week later and I was feeling so much better. Now there wasn’t a cognitive dissonance in me. My brain and body were working in harmony and I loved it. Oh I still had bouts with depression, but as I came to fully understand them these bouts were actually just the dysphoria I had been feeling. I could put names to my demons.
I had long stopped standing to pee, I had for the majority of my life been unable to pee standing up and I would tense up and have to go into a stall and sit down, when I had to stand to pee I forced myself to pee as quickly as I could. That ended up giving me a hernia which was painful and I actually now physically have a much smaller bladder because they had to cut away a bit of it cause of all the years of pushing to pee standing up. Because I’d always felt like I didn’t belong in the men’s room and I wanted to get out of there as soon as possible. I don’t ever really recall peeing in school to be honest, I know I must have but I can’t for the life of me remember when. Changing in the locker room with other guys was embarrassing because I had breasts, and I was pudgy but I was pudgy so I could have breasts. I hated watching movies and TV because seeing the women on screen would just remind me that I wasn’t ever going to look like that. All of these things were subtle indications of the dysphoria I had. I even jerked off multiple times a day, not because I love my penis, because I had heard the more you did that the smaller it got. Maybe it worked, I wasn’t the largest of guys and I didn’t want to be. When my two boyfriends commented on their dick size they turned to look at me and I just shrugged. Nothing about that conversation had been comfortable to me.
My entire life has been uncomfortable. But now that I’m finally myself I’m finding new problems. I have no female friends I can really hang with. The few I’ve hung out haven’t done much to make me like being with them. Either them constantly questioning my reasons, wondering why the hell I’d want to be one when it’s so much better to be a man or just flat out thinking I’m weird for wanting to be comfortable in my own skin. I tried dating twice, both times I had to force myself to even the most casual of intimate acts. Kissing, hugging or simply holding hands made my skin crawl because I wasn’t comfortable with myself and nothing I did fixed that. I used to keep people at arm’s distance because I didn’t want anyone close enough to touch me.
Now I don’t mind someone being in my space. I love wrapping myself in covers and I love the thought that someday I’ll have a significant other I can cuddle up to on the couch. I still get terrified or dysphoric about things. I’ll always be. I went to pee recently in public and fully expected someone to throw me into the street and tell me to piss there like an animal. I went into the girls room at the movie theater and was expecting to see an army of angry boyfriends and husbands who wanted to kill me for daring to be a normal human and pee. I worry about my make up choices and how well I really pass. But the thing that gives me the most moments of dysphoria is my voice. I have worked for 2 years on it and it’s ok, but when someone in a game is says something that makes me think they think I’m a guy I just can’t stop processing that and I shut down, I mute my mic and I start crying.
So how does all this influence my writing? Because without my being trans I would never have started writing. I would never have sought to express myself in a written format had my body been in alignment with my mind. Much of my life would have been changed forever had I had just an ounce of the courage I had 2 years ago to tell my parents I wanted to be a woman. My mom and brother are on speaking terms with me after I came out to them. My sister thinks I’m the lowest of the low. A coward who couldn’t even be a man. And that hurt.
Because of everyone in my family I had hoped my sister, my brave and fantastic sister, would have been happy to have a fellow sister. We would have talked and she would have forgiven me for the things I said when I was embarrassed by her taking me to hooters for my 21st birthday and making me realize how far from my wish I truly was. She would have given me makeup and hair tips and clothing tips, she has always been the one to buy me clothing and so I thought our relationship would continue. My sister has always had my respect but when we talked on the phone she threw the arguments you hear all the time. “You’re just a guy in drag, you’re never going to be a woman, think about what this does to us, what do I tell your nephew?” And I took it badly. I had a million arguments in my mind to counter her, but to hear them coming from her hurt. And I fired back in a hateful manner. I only contacted her because she was too mad to contact me.
I haven’t told my father. He’s on my linkedin profile so I’m sure he’s probably seen I’ve changed my name and posted a new profile pic but he doesn’t talk to me very often and I haven’t opened up that can of worms. One of my therapists thought I was doing this so I would be as far removed from my father as I could be. And I will admit that I was never going to have children because I didn’t want to end up like my dad. And when I learned that the HRT would make me sterile I was glad that the flint line would pass on to my brother. Let him be the one to worry about if we’re going to keep our family name going. Frankly I could care less.
But like I said it’s not all sunshine and roses. When I was getting ready to come out at work I started pushing for training for the other staff and they kept pushing back and finally when I gave them the date and schedule some of my surgeries, a bit of FFS and a boob job, that I was coming back as Janice. They fired me shortly after. They were looking for reasons to fire me and I gave them a reason by sharing information on how I used to be. It’s given me a lot of time to think and be angry and worried and relieved. See it’s hard for a trans to get a job, who wants to hire someone who is going to have multiple procedures to feel comfortable in their skin? Who is a legitimate hotbed for social issues right now? But now I’m starting a new job and I’m no longer the person I was. I am now the person I want to be, and I get to introduce myself as Janice.
Part of being a streamer was to get comfortable streaming and talking in my new voice for up to 8 hours a day. It’s hard for me to do that but I like to think I’m ok… as long as someone doesn’t just flat out call me sir. That always ruins my day. I’m still somewhat of an emotional eater so I gotta work on that, but that’s better than crying myself to sleep and potentially ruining my makeup. Eyeliner is kinda a pain to put on if I’m honest. Lipstick, mascara and eyeshadow is way easier to put on than eye liner.
I’m glad I finally decided to come out. I’m not doing this for attention or to sell books. I’m just being myself and I’ve always felt safest on the internet. If it means an uptick in my books great, I need all the money I can get for the future procedures, most of it is cosmetic and frankly that’s a huge problem since it can cost me up to 100 grand to do everything.

So, I've mentioned in the past that I've watched, or am watching, My Hero Academia, like most folks who are into Anime. And I'm all caught up on that as far as the Anime. I didn't start reading the manga and have been doing my best to avoid spoilers for the show in general. This is not to say I don't read manga for the shows I'm interested in. It just tends to be more of a "This hasn't updated in xyz time so go read the manga." Like Berserk. I watched the 90s anime and loved it, especially the bloopers they have. And so I went to read it and was more than a little pleased to see how long it was. But that was a problem, because I caught up and the fans weren't translating fast enough. First world problems, I know. But again, I read the manga generally when everything is done so I can see what was different. Now that stated, I started watching My Hero Academia: Vigilantes and I am struck by how unnecessary this is to the overall universe of MHA. There were questions answered that probably few people wanted to know the answer to. For instance, how did Stain lose his nose? Did you know he went psycho and cut it off? Yeah, he did. Which is so much cooler than losing it in a fight with a "false hero" and really cementing his entire life. But nope, he has one run-in with freaky fist grandpa and decides to mutilate himself. Cause reasons. Then you add in the entire drug that enhances quirks thing. Which we already saw in main continuity with the Overhaul arc. Sure it's All For One behind it, that's cool. And technically that arc is dealing with the power loss drug that he's developing. But the Trigger drug they're using seems to be a more potent version, and appears to be in a near infinite quantity that it doesn't make sense they'd be using the weaker US stuff unless they just have no money. So far, 2/3rds of the way through the first season and I'm not seeing any reason other than this guy was working under Kōhei Horikoshi. I don't fault the creator of Vigilantes. The same thing happened with Dragon Ball with Toyotarou where everything he's ever done has been in the Dragon Ball "universe." Broadly because some of it is his own but it's still more or less Dragon Ball. And just like in Dragon Ball, the apprentice isn't confident enough to stand on their own in a meaningful way. Now that said, Kohei has several other pieces of work but they've come back to the MHA world multiple times. And there's nothing wrong with that. Sometimes you just want to revisit familiar properties and make your own spin on it. I'm personally rewatching Person of Interest for like the 5th time. And I keep shaking my head at the forced love interaction between Mr. Reese and Carter and then Mr. Reese and the psychologist. You already had a perfectly good love interaction you could build on with Zoe. The other two feel forced, and rushed, and then ultimately dropped. As an author I look at that as a waste of the potential. Now I know because of TV not everyone can be there for everything, but sometimes adding something doesn't make it right for the story. And that's what MHA: Vigilantes feels like. That what is happening in this doesn't feel right for the story. The exposition episode about Rhode Island having the first licensed heroes. Cool I guess, but it wasn't a piece of trivia I wanted to know, or even cared about. I will say it's nice that it's not in Japan. In the 80s and sometimes in the 90s it felt like Japan never left its own shores in Anime/Manga. But overall, I feel robbed watching Vigilantes. And there's no real good reason why. Like, I was asking in the original if Deku was so fixated on being a hero without a quirk why didn't he work out? Why didn't he train? Why didn't he put in the time and effort to work both his mind AND his body? The answer is because he would have become Knuckleduster, and I guess they couldn't have had two of them. But also in the original there's the entire lecture they have about going off and fighting Stain, and how because they're not licensed heroes that it's wrong... somehow. I've had a blog post about how I can't be a hero/nice guy. Because seriously if I had a super power I'd be using them already to save/help people and if some dog-headed POS tells me that using my powers to save someone and the bad guy got hurt is wrong, that would immediately make me never want to get registered. I'd become Rorschach from Watchmen. Do I get it that you need laws and regulations to have order? Yes. Do I agree that I should get in trouble for doing the right thing? No. Which is why it's so weird that you can get sued for saving someone's life. But that's a potential blog for people who understand laws. I'm just saying as far as Vigilantes is concerned, I feel like we could have had way more chances to tell the story focusing on the hero work pitfalls and hurdles and deal with the fact that we see them struggling to live a life... oh wait. We do have that. It's called Marvel/DC Comics where our super heroes, pre-civil war, were just going about their day pretending they're normal people and then when danger hits it's spidey time! This blog post is probably doing an injustice to this creator, I applaud them for producing 6 different manga, although 2 are MHA and one could be seen as an adjacent one. And I applaud them for winning like 14 awards, again for MHA. I'm an unknown who's doing this so they're worlds above me creatively. So we can probably just blame the corporations who want to keep churning out safe and familiar properties. I think it was best said by Brodie in the Jay and Silent Bob reboot: "Studios have given up on new ideas entirely in favor of building multi-movie universes that breed brand-loyal customers from cradle to grave." So, maybe that's why I don't really like MHA: Vigilantes. I wasn't in favor of making an entire franchise with multiple but same spinoffs for this. But what do I know? I'm just some random dork on the internet. Incorrigibly yours, J.E. Flint

You can thank Beetlejuice Dos for this blog entry. Because of the writing of this on June 15th, I had finally gotten around to seeing this on Netflix. At some point I’ll watch Wild Robot. But this movie struck me as oddly meh. And I’ll try to explain it but also point to a few other movies to highlight my point, hopefully. I do tend to ramble on. So one of the things that struck me as odd in this movie was the choice of music. It’s been awhile since I’ve watched the original but there were 2 stand out themes in the original, Day-O and Jump On The Line. But in this one they had a number of songs that I felt they were hoping would catch the stand out moment of Day-O. And the Macarthur Park song, or as I immediately recognized it as Weird Al’s Jurassic Park, was just a bloated mess. Here's the thing that I think the creators of the sequel lost sight of what Beetlejuice was. When it came out, there was nothing like that in the theaters. And the Day-O scene comes very literally out of left field and provides some energy to the second half of the movie. In the sequel they had the Macarthur park bit, they had a scene where the man himself is lip syncing to like Wonderwall or whatever and then they played Day-O for when Charles died. As if that’s not disrespectful enough, they killed him off camera, but to lower him into the ground while a chorus sings Day-O? I mean, I get it. The actor is a pedo and there’s no chance in hell he was coming back, but they could have just skipped it. A simple line of “Oh, Daddy went to the seashells and saw a new bird.” Implying that the husband was unfaithful but still calling back to the whole bird watching thing. But anyway, the big dance number in the sequel doesn’t do anything. At All. In fact, it had me after a minute wandering away to go do the dishes. And that’s the last thing you want in your entertainment. Like if it’s good, you’ll pause it. But there were a couple of times I walked away for five to ten minutes because it was just meh. And It wasn’t like I really missed anything. The B Man isn’t driving the story, Lydia is just a pale shadow of herself, the movie follows the child who might as well be the cartoon version of Lydia. So chunks of the movie were just padding. Now to pivot slightly. Matrix. Matrix when it came out was a breath of inspiration and awesomeness. Yeah, Dark City had just come out but between the two Dark City is, surprisingly, more grounded and easy to gloss over. There were no effects in that movie that turned the industry on its ear. But the Bullet Time scene where Neo’s dodging bullets? The wire kick from Trinity at the front of the movie? Those became a staple in a lot of stuff. So much that I recall distinctly in Shrek when Fiona does the Trinity Slow Mo Float Kick, I’m sure it has an official title or something. But other movies saw it and began to copy it. When the sequels for Matrix came out, they were coasting on fumes. I don’t think I’m the only fan who was, in hindsight, realizing that the other two were not as good as the original. And it certainly was pretty crap when they came back for the fourth movie. The fourth film basically wanted to undo everything that happened in the series when it didn’t need to do that. The Trilogy was perfectly fine as it was. It didn’t need a fourth. And I’m not saying that out of any hatred towards it. But it didn’t tread any new ground, not really. You know what you could have done? A side offshoot of the Matrix. The entire “the angst and self wounding” runs the Matrix now? Cool. We already pretty much knew that from Smith’s “a perfect matrix ruined entire crops. Humans want to be miserable.” Yeah, nothing new there. Jumping in and out of mini mirrors, ok that could be something. Doesn’t necessarily need to be in The Matrix. It could just be called Mirrorverse or something. But you know a series whose follow up movies didn’t suck? Lord Of The Rings. And that’s because the first three were filmed concurrently across multiple movies to keep the same energy and tightness. But you come back for The Hobbit and you can see that the executives were looking to grab cash and just wanted to slop it out there. Folks who know me, know I find Tolkien’s writing boring. But I’ve read The Hobbit and 3/4ths of the LoTR series, I always stop after the Battle of Gondor in Return of the King. And that’s ultimately what happens in many cases of sequels. They try to recapture the lightning in a bottle and very rarely do. You know the most egregious examples of sequelitis? Pick a horror franchise. And it’s particularly bad in horror movies. They’re generally lower budget and schlocky as hell so you’re not expecting much and then you get Howling 2. A movie so bad legendary actor Sir Christopher Lee apologized to Joe Dante. You must have really screwed up to get James Bond/Gandalf to apologize for being in your movie. Then you get Jason Goes To Hell, or much as I love it, Jason X. Why does this happen? Because the studio wants to keep banging out movie after movie and drain the well. And when it’s done, they look to reboot the franchise. Not realizing that most of us just want new fresh content. Not necessarily something to blow our socks off, but something that makes us remember what happened and talk about it over and over again. The Slow Mo Bullet Dodge, the Day-O scene, The Tears in the Rain scene. The only reason I could tell you what’s going on in the B sequel is because I just watched it. Nothing about that movie makes me want to buy it and watch again. I’ve got most of the Ghostbuster movies, somehow I got the 3rd one for free, and I have yet to go back and watch the ones with the stranger kids. I’ve rewatched Ghost Busters 1 probably a dozen times. Hell, Tremors 1 and 2 are essentially comfort foods. I watched 3 through 6, I think there’s 6, and I just can’t be bothered to go upstairs to pick up the DVD pack with tremors 3 and 4, but I digitally bought 1 and 2. It’s probably partially cause I’m old. But it’s partially because the sequels just don’t grip you as much as that first hit. But speaking of old, one of the many things that goes against sequels is that fact that the cast is never going to be that same person as the original. If they take any break, then they lose that mind set, they go on to other projects or a new director comes along and the magic of your first is gone. So what have we learned in this wandering diatribe of a blog post? Just don’t do sequels and expect them to be as good as the first. Incorrigibly yours, J. E. Flint

When you're Evil... or how to ruin your writing I don’t make it much of a secret that I enjoy a good villain, but that’s just it. A good villain, be it the right hand man of the main baddie or the main baddie itself. A well written villain can chew up the dialogue of a scene without complaint from me. But more and more I notice that the villain just isn’t really all that villainous. I’m reminded of the exchange between Megamind and Titan “Oh, you’re a villain, alright. Just not a Super one!” to which Titan asked what was the difference and Megamind ever the king of drama waits a beat and then pops off with “Presentation!” And in a manner of speaking he’s right. Part of the reason people remember the heroes are the villains they conquer. If I mention Flash or Batman you’re going to name probably Captain Boomerang or Joker. Maybe Mirror Master or Bane, dependent on your love for villains. Say Spidey you think of Doc Ock, Green Goblin, maybe even Kingpin. You certainly think Venom and maybe even Carnage. Are you thinking The Walrus or Stilts Man? It's the same in Anime. You mention Full Metal Alchemist and everyone begins drooling at Fuhrer King Bradley, which I’m going to be honest took me a while to realize Bradley’s first name is King. I had mistakenly assumed it was a translation issue when I kept hearing Fuhrer King Bradely, assuming they were adding in the king after Fuhrer. Nope it’s his name. And why is Bradley so good? Partly the voice work, partly the fact that he goes from an amicable leader type to a cold blooded killer without hesitation. How he’s smoothly condescending and often in charge. Having finished watching My Hero Academia the fourth movie and being reminded how All For One is sort of an after effect of the villain made me think of this post. In most cases when you write your villain there should be something that motivating him. Like in the case of Strahd, he’s searching for the woman he coveted. Soth is propelled by his arrogance. Thrawn is smoothly tactical driven by his need to protect the universe. Your best villain is a villain who doesn’t seem themselves as villains. Like Thrawn. He’s doing evil things and all in order to protect The Chiss and the greater universe at large against a larger threat. It’s the same sort of thing in Fable III, only your brother is kind of weak. You can’t JUST have a character who doesn’t believe their villain, who doesn’t believe they are acting in the wrong. They must have the will and the strength to act on it. They also must be likable. No one is going to like a temper tantrum throwing baby. Look back at some of the qualifications for a villain 1. Clear, understandable motivation that makes sense within their worldview 2. Genuine belief that what they're doing is necessary or right 3. Moral complexity that occasionally makes readers question if they're entirely wrong 4. Competence and intelligence that creates genuine obstacles 5. Agency in driving the plot forward rather than just reacting 6. Charisma or magnetism that explains why others might follow them I dare you to find a group of top tier villains who don’t check most of these items. And this is just a short list, I’m sure AI can come up with about half dozen more variations on this. So I guess I’m asking, how many punches on the punch card do some of your favorite villains have? I’ll take my personal favorite villain, Grand Admiral Mitth'raw'nuruodo, the one I hold most other villains up to. • Strategic brilliance and adaptability – Thrawn studies art to understand cultures and predict enemy tactics, demonstrating a unique form of intelligence that makes him consistently three steps ahead of the heroes. When I read it I thought it was a unique approach and some of it is very gimmicky. I don’t know if I could look at someone’s art collection and say oh yes based on this they’ll do xyz. The analyzation of the art is just an over simplification of his ability to look into the person and anticipate his and a good chunk of this is knowing that you want this ability and letting him metagame his way to a solution. Still cool when written correctly. • Calm, collected demeanor – Unlike Vader and his volatile anger or Palpatine’s simmering but directed rage or even Tarkin’s menacing chill, Thrawn is a composed presence which makes his calculated actions more chilling; he doesn't need emotional outbursts to be intimidating, and yet he does have them. When he grows more chilled and focused you can tell you’ve angered him. This in general is just a good trait to have for your villain, that cool level headed outlook. • Ethical complexity –Thrawn does his best to avoids unnecessary casualties and values efficiency over cruelty, like when he pulls back his troops because it would be a waste. But counter point this to where he doesn’t let the enemy escape if it doesn’t fit his plan. He’s very much about protecting his people to execute his plan, creating moments where readers/viewers question if his methods are actually more humane than some "heroes". • Loyalty to his people – His ultimate motivation is to protect the Chiss from greater threats in the Unknown Regions adds layers to his Imperial service, suggesting he's using the Empire as much as it's using him. While we never see what the threat is, we can guess who it is. But the fact he did everything he can for them shows that he’s a villain who is acting for what he believes is the greater good. So I ask you, which of your favorite villains can you make a bullet summary and back up as to why they’re cool and top tier? I’m sure if I tried hard enough I could redeem some villains but the Super Villains don’t need to be redeemed. They’re perfect the way they are. Incorrigibly yours, J.E. Flint

So I finally got around to watching My Hero Academia The Movie You're Next. And boy... it's a movie. It's not a bad movie and it only mildly succumbs to Sequelitis, where in a sequel is never as good as it's original. Though I argue that there's at least three movies that are superior sequels to the original film. The Empire Strikes Back is a much better movie than A New Hope in most metrics. Terminator II is just a better movie than Terminator. And of course, Godzilla King of the Monsters is a better version than 2014's Godzilla. But it's not even really that it's a movie sequel that I have problems with. It's the fundamental nature of My Hero Academia in general. It suffers from some of the things in the marvel movies. Like in a marvel movie, you've established that you have multiple heroes running around. In Thunderbolts* or Captain America Brave New World, you should have had Rhodes A.K.A. War Machine helping. He actively works for the United States Government, Skrull or not, if Uncle Sam orders him somewhere he's duty bound by his oath to do it. MHA suffers from the problem in that Two Heroes is cannon, more or less, and takes place in the main continuity and outside of one character in the movie appearing in the series you could be forgiven for it not being considered cannon. However, the island adventure and world heroes are, to the best of my knowledge self contained and doing their own things, but they are cannon. So slot them in wherever and ignore the fact that they never get mentioned again. But the 4th one is taking place between upgraded Shigiraki's rebirth in season 6 and the UA Fight in Season 7. But here's the thing, in the series you've told us All For One is a criminal mastermind, a tactical genius, always plotting and moving pieces on a chessboard and manipulating things in the background. The dude has enough pull to tell the criminal underworld to go wild and start wrecking havoc. He's been around like 100 years doing his own thing. And his own thing is being the top dog. And he told Best Jeanist that his quirk was nothing special, it was the work that Jeanist put into it. So AFO only wants strong quirks. You're telling me, a dude so well connected that he could signal the world to go into riot mode doesn't know about Overhaul's power? He doesn't know about this Alchemy power? Perhaps he MIGHT decide to not take those quirks for himself because of criminal loyalty or something, and I could see that too IF AFO had shown us the audience something other than crushing those before him to be the demon lord and amassing power. He's like Sauron, he wants to be King of the Mountain and he doesn't share power. AFO is even using Shigriaki for that end, he has no desire to really see the kid succeed him. He wants to supplant him and take over his younger and healthy body. But ask yourself, if you heard rumors about a guy who can take people apart and put them back together, healing others. Why isn't that power in his possession? Even if all he did was bring OH into the fold offering him the very thing he wanted, a distribution network and brand recognition? We've seen he can make copies of the power, so there's no reason he can't just duplicate the power and keep a lesser version of himself or ask Overhaul to fix him. And finding out about Erie and her ability to rewind time on a person? Again, that would be a marvelous gift to his scientist doctor for experimentation. I get it, writing is tough. It really is. You can't just slot in a brilliant bad guy and not have him doing something. He's the Big Bad Evil of the campaign. You set him up that way. So him to not gain power for himself is foolish. Even more so when in the series we see OH loses his powers because he loses his hands. The quirks no good to him right now, make the deal to take the quirk and fix his hands and give him back the copy. How likely is OH going to know that his quirk is now a copy? It didn't really seem like there's a limit or indicator of it when AFO copied his own quirk and gave Shigiraki his original quirk. And that's sort of the problem with the 4th movie. You have AFO sitting in a cave twiddling his thumbs while Shigiraki is healing up. You could literally have him react out and be like, "Let's chat." In actuality, what would have happened is that AFO would have strolled up to these villains and made them offers they couldn't refuse. More so if the villains don't know how AFO's powers work. Don't get me wrong, it's cool to see the fights and all, but it's not how you've written your character. If you're going to write a villain to be a villain, he's gotta villain. When I was writing Ian Chanter for Altered Realities, there was only one goal I had. Don't make Ian a weak villain. I like me a good villain, and there's varying levels of villains that need to be addressed. But Ian was smart and capable. He was a thinking villain, and he made sure that things worked out in his favor and knew when to cut and run. Aite in A Goddess's Gifts was a crafty, though overly cocky villain. It's hard not to be cocky when you're a goddess. But she was scheming for thousands of years for her plans. Plans that you wouldn't think a Chaos God would be doing. The entire idea is that they chaos and reap its benefits. But do you realize how much planning one has to do to make chaos work without just random handwavium to get you the expected outcomes? So I guess what I'm trying to say is if you're going to give us a mastermind you better damn well make sure he's living up to his capabilities and you ensure the story is written around what he's doing. Which this movie really doesn't have. This movie has a guy who aspires to be All Might, and he talks a pretty good game but that's all it is. A game. He is absolutely not a good villain. He had three henchmen I would have made sure never left my side and instead he flat out kills one of those henchmen. Spoiler in a world where everyone has super powers the guy who turns that off? Yeah, you keep his ass close to you so you can turn off other people's powers. I swear, writing is hard, but sometimes being an INTJ watching movies is harder. Incorrigibly yours, J.E. Flint

Let's be real, critiquing films is basically a nerd's sacred duty. Not everyone can do it, and certainly not everyone can do it well. And by "well," I mean with the kind of surgical precision that comes from consuming more media than most people have hot dinners.” Luckily I eat a lot of cold cuts. I've always been that person who can't just watch a movie. Oh no. I dissect it like I'm performing an autopsy on narrative structure. Was the world-building coherent? Did the magic system make sense? Pro tip: Most don't. Looking at you, Harry Potter. Did the protagonist's motivations feel genuine, or were they just another cardboard cutout designed to move plot points around? Take sci-fi films, my first love. I'm not interested in pretty explosions or lens flares. I want to know if the technological premise holds up to even the most basic scientific scrutiny. Philip K. Dick didn't just throw random tech into his stories he made you believe. When I review a film, that's my benchmark. Can you make me believe? And honestly it’s hard for that to happen. My reviews aren’t some sanitized, press-release-friendly pablum. They'll be honest. Brutally so. If a film deserves evisceration, I'll bring the surgical tools. If it's brilliant, I'll explain precisely why. No punches pulled, no sacred cows left standing. And yes, I'm fully aware that my opinions might ruffle some feathers. Good. That's what the Tenets of Incorrigibility are all about. Speaking truth, even if it stings. Be yourself with as little compromise as possible, right? Plus, let's be frank - after spending a decade of world building for stories that make actual sense, watching most Hollywood productions feels like intellectual torture. Someone's got to call out the nonsense. And while I’m not on the levels of Nerd Explains or Filmento, I at least have my own brand of getting the job done. So buckle up, film world. The Incorrigible Author is coming for your narratives… next time I can afford 40 dollars worth of movie tickets, popcorn and soda. That maybe their saving grace, waiting for me to watch it on digital release when the film is 5.99 instead of in the movie theaters. Maybe I should call those reviews Video Rentals… Incorrigibly yours, J.E. Flint

So it's been a while since I've done a spoiler-free review of a movie. These days, I really only see superhero movies in theaters. Mostly because you know exactly what you're getting when you drop forty bucks on tickets, popcorn, and soda. It's not really that expensive, but it's certainly not a cheap evening anymore. Between the theater and dinner, it's almost become a luxury. Don't get me wrong, I like other movies. I do. But my brother and I have become choosey. I'm not even sure I'm going to see James Gunn's Superman - it's really hard for me to give a crap about The Man of Steel. Anyway, Thunderbolts! First off, this was a much better movie than Captain America: Brave New Frontier. I have to sort of agree with Filmento when he compares it to Captain America: Winter Soldier. There are a lot of beat-for-beat similarities that make it feel familiar, but Thunderbolts almost felt like a breath of fresh air. I'm not a huge Thunderbolts comic fan - always been an X-person, so I tended to focus on those franchises. But I knew enough to be curious. And I wasn't disappointed by the lineup: US Soldier Walker, Task Mistress (and I refuse to think of that poor character as Task Master), Knock-off Widow Sister, Phantom Girl, and Bob. Because no story is complete without a Bob. Oh, and Bucky the Winter Soldier is here. Soviet Red Guardian too. Marvel/Disney was really hoping you took the time to watch the Captain America and Hawkeye shows to provide some background. I remember having that problem with Star Wars Episode III: Revenge of the Sith - they expected me to have watched all the Clone Wars content between Episodes II and III. Thankfully, this time most characters were already introduced in prior movies, with Walker being the only real newcomer. Plot-wise? Pretty forgettable. Evil woman does evil things with evil people, decides to clean/cover up those evil acts by killing more evil people. Spoiler: that goes wrong, and boom - you've created your nemesis group. It's a tried and true method. And then there's Bob. Oh, comic book nerds, you know what I'm talking about. In the comics, Bob AKA The Sentry, The Golden Guardian of Goodness, with the power of one million exploding suns, which one Sun exploding is 10 to the 44th power Joules you can do the rest of the math, is arguably the strongest Marvel character who isn't The One Above All. We're talking telepathy on Jean Gray's Phoenix level, strength that... well, let's just say comics are complicated. Did you do the math yet? Cause if you got 10 to the power of 50 Joules your googlefu is strong. This is a character who can survive vacuum, reentry, probably move at lightspeed. So here you have a bunch of no-name "heroes" and Bucky going about their day, then suddenly they've got to contend with Bob's alter ego: The Void. Now that's a villain concept. Someone who does the exact opposite of the hero - save a life, Void takes it. Save a plane, Void crashes one. In this case, The Void makes you relive your worst memories, which... yeah, that sucks. It was nice to see these would-be heroes do some heroic actions by attacking the problem at its source - Bob's mental issues. Not to make light of trauma and PTSD, but in this case, that's all they could do. I mean, in the comics, Sentry has ripped gods in half. So what are three discount super soldiers, a girl with "unstable molecules," and a former Black Widow going to do? All in all, this is a return to the tried-and-true Marvel formula. Put some folks with problems together, crack some jokes, crack some heads, call it a day. And I think that's why it worked better than the new Cap movie. The writers understood these characters were outclassed, so they had to think of a way to resolve things without a literal punch-out ending. I'd give it three and a half out of five. I'm sure others would disagree, but it's enough that if prices were a bit lower, I'd go see it in theaters again. It's been a while since I've wanted to watch a movie a second time. And I think that's about as good a review as you can expect for a popcorn flick. Incorrigibly yours, J.E. Flint

I'm not going to lie, the last week has been kind of hard for me to focus on writing. Sometimes that's the case, but this week has been really bad. I started off last week not really feeling my cyberpunk novel I'd been working on and moved to one of my young adult ideas that I had kicking in my head. And managed to get a bit done on that. And by a bit done, I mean only a mere 26,238 words. That was just two chapters. My cyberpunk novel and some of its side stories are sitting at 70,785 words. Not bad to get 100,000 words in roughly five months. I know I did a bunch of writing last year, but I don't recall everything I touched. I know for I Am Not a Kobold! I have over 11 chapters and 81,531 words. But right now, I'm working on the history of my Cyberpunk world. I'm 13 pages in and just a few words shy of 6,000 for the history of my Esper Fade universe from 1905 to 2200. I still have things to put into that, so I expect it to balloon to 30 pages. And who knows, I might include it in with my novels. It really depends on how that goes. When the Motivation Tank Runs Dry But anyway, the reason for being temperamental while writing is that sometimes no amount of motivation can get your butt in gear. I'd been watching Ghost in the Shell: Stand Alone Complex, White Collar, Person of Interest, Burn Notice, and Cyberpunk: Edgerunners, and it just wasn't helping. So I had to switch gears for a bit to work on something that was kicking around in the back of my head. And it worked, though Monday I didn't get anything done. But I'm slowly cooking this up, and we'll see how it goes. I'm certainly not going to envy my pocketbook when this stuff gets sent to an editor. Writing stuff is easy; editing it out and keeping the meaningful stuff is hard. I think I've mentioned it before that cutting away the fat from the meat of the story is difficult. Of course, in my cyberpunk novel, I have a character who is British, and he uses about ten words when he doesn't need to. Polite and unflappable, he's a chatterbox, and his particular speech is just chock-full of words that could probably be trimmed down. The Project-Switching Dilemma Switching gears mid-project can be a terrible idea for some. I'm certainly one of them, as I have a plethora of work unfinished. From Spring Break to Servant of the Gods to Adventures Adventures to The Chronicles of Loth, I do not suffer from lack of work to do. I've been trying to be better about working on just one or two projects at a time. Some folks use AI to help with the writer's block. And it's certainly an option as long as you remember that it's a tool and that the more you rely upon it, the weaker that muscle gets. Creativity, I've always felt, needed to be nourished and taught so that everyone could experience it. But you don't want to take shortcuts to your writing career. Says the writer who has no idea what she's going on about. Finding Your Own Tricks But in theory, if you have a good writing habit where you write a few hours a day, that'll help. The big thing to remember is that writing is a process. Nothing is coming out completely clean and without needs for revision. If it does, what are you doing with your life, and can you teach me to be that good? One of the best tricks I've found, and it sounds a little silly: Go back and reread the book that inspired you to try writing this. I make it a habit of at least once a year rereading some of my favorite works. It's probably silly, but I've reread the Thrawn Trilogy and The Avery Cates stories at least 10 times. When I'm in the mood for some fantasy, I go and pick up some of David Eddings' works. It helps, but like I said above, it might not work for you. It's best if you can find your own trick to get that stalled engine going again. Try talking it out with your dog or cat. Not your parrot, though. Those mouthy SOBs will give away the plot, and you can't have that, now can you? Maybe read it as a bedtime story to your reflection while you get ready for bed? Could it work? Maybe that's what we're attempting here. To break through that brick wall keeping you away from your delicious writing. The Numbers Game Whatever the method, keep at it. We'll get there in the end. We hope. There's always a million struggling writers for every one author you know. Don't look up the numbers; it's probably way more depressing than that. Incorrigibly yours, J.E. Flint

Anime while I was growing up was largely considered to be controversial and looked down upon. American audiences in the late 80s and early 90s didn't see the appeal of Anime, or as it was commonly referred to in my neck of the woods: Japanimation. Probably because most of what we were getting in America was heavily censored Sailor Moon where we couldn't have LGBT references or the violence. Cartoons in America sold products and so they were seen for the realm of children to buy sugary breakfast cereals or the newest toy from Hasbro. Never mind that in Japan they could do that as well as tell a story. Now granted, you weren't going to get Vampire Hunter D on the TV suggesting you try the D cereal. But the Japanese knew for a time that cartoons could grow up with them and could have multiple genres. And slowly those multiple genres came to encompass virtually everything. I wasn't really aware of the term Isekai for a number of years, even though I'd watched Fushigi Yuugi and El~Hazard, which are arguably versions of Isekai because they get transported to a fantastical realm. But while we had those two, we had Slayers; we had Lodoss; we had Gundam, Ranma ½, and Fist of the North Star. But over time, the fields changed and Isekai began to flood into the market, so much so that it was pretty much excluded from contests for a while. And why is that? Because no one wants to work in an oppressive sweat shop day in and day out and just waste away into nothing. It's a very real escape many of us have had since time began, I'd imagine. Those times you wish you were born in another era? Or escaping into comics? Into books? That's a hard genre to fight for anyone. And by the time Toonami had started on Cartoon Network, America was now getting into anime and seeing that things like Cowboy Bebop were there to whet the appetite. But Isekai are literal escape fantasies where you are removed from the world that doesn't value and care about you and your smack dab in a world where you have the power to be a king or god. An unrivaled juggernaut as you stride through the lands. For me, that's boring. And yet, I found myself working on an Isekai. I have written 11 chapters for "I Am Not a Kobold!" In which a pair of college-aged students are walking home and are struck by truck-kun and pulled into a fantasy world where there are Orcs, Minotaur, Dwarves, Dragons, and other various fantasy races. I wrote it, much like The Chronicles of Loth, to be tongue-in-cheek humor. But I kept coming back to the fact that how do you really challenge Superman? And really, you don't challenge him physically, even kryptonite only works so well. You must challenge him via mental manipulation or by taking hostages or the like. So I built in some weaknesses in Kobold. Weaknesses that made sense to the story. And I found I was enjoying the challenge of telling the story without making Angel, my main character, absurdly and brokenly overpowered from the jump. The goal is that yes, she will be Ains Ooal Gown or One Punch Man strong by the end, but it's the journey. So it's less Isekai and more the hero's journey. I'm not sure when it'll be done and so I've not really been trumpeting about it. Altered Realities took me 10 years, rewrites and reviews and revisions. But that was solo without ever having a test audience to see it after that initial 30 page draft. I didn't hand it off to an editor until I was sure it was in a good place. Kobold I've had help along the way, but sometimes help isn't enough to get a task completed. I am not a typical writer, A Goddess's Gifts was a smut commission that I needed to have a story too. I focused and polished that story and created it. Arguably, I'm something of a weirdo, an indie artist looking to get that right brush stroke. It's my hope when I finish up Kobold I'll release it to the world and everyone will nod approvingly as they go about their day. That's all I need, a nodding approval from the masses. Or millions of dollars, you know, whichever helps my ego. Incorrigibly yours, J.E. Flint

"Picture a ball." Easy, right? For most people, a sphere, maybe a basketball or a baseball, pops into their mind. For me? The letters B-A-L-L scroll across my mental screen like a stubborn typo. I’ve mentioned this quirk to friends since high school, usually sandwiched between my other failings: a poor sense of smell, a zero-tolerance policy for stupidity, and this literal lack of vision. In the ’90s, people just blinked at me. "You don’t see images? At all?" Nope. My brain works in dictionaries, not galleries. The Creative Tax of a Word-Bound Brain This isn’t just a party trick—it’s a creative handicap. Without mental templates, I can’t "see" characters or worlds unless I stare directly at references. When my brother worked on The Chronicles of Loth, I spent a year secretly trying to draw. Result? Stick figures so bad they’d make a kindergarten teacher wince—and only if I was looking at an example. This is why my art commissions required dozen-piece collages for a single character. My fursona, Rose, needed 20 reference images (now lost, tragically). Felicia? Twenty-six. Her girlfriend Kit? Six. Every detail, hair, physique, clothing, had to be physically seen before my brain could grasp it. Blank Templates and Trashed Drafts No surprise, my early novel characters all looked identical. They started as generic mannequins until I painstakingly dressed them via Google searches and mood boards. Maybe it’s odd I became an author without "seeing" my stories. But it explains why I abandon half-finished drafts so easily—I just rename them .old and move on. (Reading them later is a special kind of masochism.) The Paradox of a Non-Visual Writer I fight hard not to mirror whatever I’m reading/watching, which is its own battle. Yet here’s the twist: words are my images. My "visualization" is dense description, tactile metaphors, the sound of a scene. Google fills the gaps, but the scaffolding is always language. So What’s the Point? Confession? I don’t know. Maybe it’s a footnote on process. Maybe it’s just another excuse to talk about myself. You decide. Incorrigibly yours, J. E. Flint

So, last night I was watching a video about one of my favorite horror movies. John Carpenter’s The Thing which is loosely based upon the short story Who Goes There? I’ve not read that story, it’s always been on my to-do list, and last night I found out there was a Kickstarter to get the notes and whatever that was Who Goes There by John W. Campbell turned into the whole novel Frozen Hell. But the author of the video pointed something out that made me decide not to invest in it. And the current times and quick ability for authors to get their words out there, for good or ill, is making me realize. When I was originally thinking of this I had better, more witty ways to say this. But I’ve slept and so this is the post you get. Guess I should have struck while the iron was hot. Oh well. So, John W. Campbell was racist, I say that because he’s deceased. But he’s not the only author who has tanked their product with views that the rest of the world doesn’t get along with. For instance, I love Altered Carbon. The idea and everything about it. But like J. K. Rawling he’s come out as Anti-Trans. And boy oh boy is Rawlings really wrecking her brand by continuing to keep yapping. Orson Scott Card nearly tanked Ender’s Games and had to go on numerous shows and say that he had little to do with the movie and maybe you should forget he’s horribly homophobic and give the brutal oppression of children in space a chance. Lovecraft is a pretty well known horrible individual, but it could be argued that was the time. What excuse do these current folks have? The thing is, once you open your trap and start spewing shit, it sticks around. And I know my stuff doesn’t stink, but I’ve never said anything that I view that controversial. But then I’m a nobody and no one cares what I think. My thoughts on taxing billionaires out of existence, and healthcare for everyone and a future that’s better for everyone is only in content with those who are, generally, horrible people. I’ve seen plenty of people who feel bad about buying Rawling’s books in the past, or watching the movies, and then feeling bad when she keeps shooting off her mouth repeating TERF talking points and recently something about non binary. Frankly I don’t pay attention to the bigot because I have far more important things to focus on. But it’s meant that I won’t ever support anything she’s done. That revenue stream isn’t going to impact her big picture at all. But here’s the thing, if you bought it and liked it before the author became a whack job, that’s great. Keep enjoying the work, but think long and hard about continuing to support them. I’m a huge fan of Persons of Interest, and I knew Jim Caviezel was right wing. I mean, he’s played Jesus in something more than once. And there is nothing wrong with being proud of your religion and acting on it. That’s why we have Battlefield Earth with John Travolta. But when I started to hear that he as an actor was rough with the dog, to the point where they had to cut scenes with him and Bear I was a bit disappointed, but chocked it up to him being maybe one of those guys who doesn’t really interact with animals much so he’s not as gentle as he could be. Then he started strumping for Trump and stating he’s the next messiah not to mention his love of QAnon. And well… I’d already bought all of the Persons of Interest and there was no point getting rid of a perfectly good series cause the dude was a fuckwit. But his latest movie Sound of Freedom, something I was actually interested in, gets a hard pass. I live in a capitalist society. So there’s only two ways I can really protest something. Vote against it in the voting booth, or close my wallet. And that’s something I don’t think a lot of author’s realize. Is that when you start spouting stuff you should take a good hard look at what you stand for and if you’re ok with those people supporting you. I know if I published a novel and suddenly white supremacists or racists started using me as a talking point I’d not be comfortable with that. I know it sounds stupid when I say, “I have some black friends,” but it’s true. I have 2 good African American friends I still talk to. One would probably be my best man if I hadn’t transitioned. I grew up in a mostly white suburb, so my interactions with people of color was minor. But regardless I made friends with others outside my immediate circle and I’m glad for it. And in the case of my Hispanic friend, she’s an extravert, and being an introvert, she basically adopted me into her friend circle. I guess I’m just trying to say, don’t be an asshole. Think before you speak, because you will be judged by others. And while I don’t want to be loved by everyone, I’m more than happy burning some bridges, I do want to at least be something of a role model. Someone that a young kid could pick up my books and say “I get this, I relate.” And when they go to do research on me find that the worst thing I did was litter or that I jaywalked. That I wasn’t advocating for ripping babies from their mothers arms to throw into a fire to power some infernal capitalist machine that made some sort of drink. Now, for those of you who don’t like litterbugs or jaywalkers, I profusely apologize for my inability to obey traffic signals and signs about staying off the grass. Incorrigibly yours, J.E. Flint