The thing nobody tells you about discussion

In the last few dayus ther have been a number of really quite wonderful posts all around the web about the representation of women (and people of color, and etc) in fantasy and historical fiction. I know sometimes writiers feel oppressed by this kind of discussion, because it makes them feel like they have a to-do list on top of their plots and their lists of characters and their lsits of elements to keep track of and and and . . .

Well. All of my friends, online and off, have heard me whining for months about the difficulties of writing about war and wartime, the constant anxiety about getting things right, the frequent discovery of things I have gotten wrong that mean rewriting scenes and restructuring chapters and oh my dog do I have to do this over again now?

But. Reading a few offhand sentences about questioning the role of women in wartime has had the opposite effect from discovering that I had gotten shrapnel all wrong.  Well, not really. It had a similar but more exciting effect.  When I discovered I had shrapnel all wrong I had to read more about shrapnel and whine a lot and then go back to the very beginning of the war part and check over and over for mentions of shrapnel and also for times when I ought to have mentioned shrapnel or its effects and hadn't, and correct or add or subtract or whatever many tiny little things you might not even notice as a casual reader (but somebody who knows something about it would throw the book across the room, I am sure, if I had not changed it and I am sure I still have things like that so I am going to have to make some people who know things read this book).

But when I stopped to think about how women had comopletely dropped from the narrative four chapters earlier and how weird that was, it sent me back through these chapters in a different way. Because it made me realise that I had also missed a whole big chunk of the landscape. I knew already that they hadn't been solely fighting across ruined, bomb-scarred meadow and wilderness, but seizing and defending villages and towns (and cities, but not Yanek), but the scenes I had written were all in trenches and countryside (which is okay, however . .  .) and I realized that addressing these things actually solved some of the problems I was having in visualizing the war.

No, I didn't go back and write all the times they were in villages. I didn't introduce a new set of characters. But I just wrote bits of scenes, windows into the life of the countryside during war, women doing their regular jobs and their war jobs, soldiers relating to women who were doing war jobs.  There's so many little issues that are actually solved by including this aspect of  -- what? realism? (is it ridiculous to speak of realism at all in a story one of whose pivotal characters is a talking sow? and whose main character has green pictures growing on his skin?)  It's a matter of paragraphs here, sentences there, and the whole thing is much more grounded in its world.  And much easier to write from here on out.  I'm going to get into the post-war world! I can see it coming!

So, like many other times in my life, I have cause to be grateful for feminists.  This time it's feminist spec fic critics (and writers).

Oh, a couple of links if you happen to have missed this rolling discussion:
Women in History (Tansy Rauner Roberts at Tor.com)
PSA:Your Default Narrative Settings Are Not Apolitical (Foiz Meadows at Shattersnipe)

be sure to follow the links in each article, and spare yourself some time for it.

Does anybody out there understand Breton, or Breton politics and culture? (a more fluent francophone

I have blundered into Breton videos on you tube from following links from a song we dance to at class ("Changerais-tu," which is actually in French, which ought to make it comprehensible -- to me, because I do remember some French -- except that it makes no sense in any language).

The one I have just watched appears to be at a giant demonstration.  There is siome French commentary but it just says the video is perfect. There are many banners and signs. The musicians appear to call themselves the Breton Ramones, and play a bunch of electric and traditional instruments, but the vocalist is a little old lady in a respectable suit.  There is a contingent of Great Highland pipers, which I already know is normal, because they caught on in Brittany after World War One (oh dear, everything is connected).

No, wait, I expanded the commentary and I am in over my head in the French too. (I apparently remember less than I think)

One comment says: "vive la Bretagne et comme tu parle de tolérance vive tous les punk du monde :-) moi je suis pas breton vécu la bas 5 ans mi en couple avec une bretonne que j aime et repartis en arieges et aller savoir peut être continuer notre route dans cet belle France voire la belle et vieille Europe et re habiter en Bretagne que j ai beaucoup aimer et ha ma copine qui lui manque"

which is, I am afraid, more of the you tube nationalistic pikachu behavior I have come to dread, only with added punk utopianism and also "I am not Breton but I wish I was" (is there a name for this phenomenon? it seems common enough to warrant one)

another says:"putain, çà c'est bon !!! breizh izel !!!! allez loran : tire sur le manche !!!!" comme dit louise ebrel !!!" Louise Ebrel is, I think, the name of the little old lady in the respectable suit. Aside from the fact that only part of that is in French, it doesn't help with my understanding.

Oh, and there's a really cute little kid with an amazing floppy mohawk, too. Not a faux hawk, it's long.

edit: forgot the links.
The one that I'm talking about here

Another one with Les Ramoneurs de Menhir