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Subject: Needs sayin' (Popess Lilith von Fraumench)

Date: 9 Jun 1998 17:33:54 GMT


Damned good rant from Mercedes Lackey:



Here's the deal. Most of the people who are going to read this are nice

people. Some are nice people who are a little flaky, but that's cool.

Some are nice people who are a LOT flaky, but that's cool, too. But some

are not nice people, and they have real problems. A few of these are

dangerous, and want to manipulate and hurt other people, including us. We

just learned something recently that just happened to be....





Mercedes Lackey



This is going to offend some people. These are the people who most need

to read this. This definitely has needed to be said for a long time.

We're writers. We write fiction, which is, by definition, NOT FACT.

Creative and entertaining lies, if you will, but still not truth by any

kind of stretch of the imagination. So, we've written over 40 books, of

which a grand total of three are dark fantasy that involve the occult,

"real" psychic powers, and nonstandard religions. So what attracts so

much trouble and so many lunatics you'd think it was a "Free beer and

come as your favorite psychosis party" in downtown L.A.? You've got it.

The "Diana Tregarde Investigations." Take, for instance, the undeniable

fact that I haven't written (and at this point, don't intend to write)

any more of them. Why? THEY DON'T SELL. The numbers are there in black

and white. DT books are consistently and vastly outsold by every other

type of fantasy we write. Now some people would decide that there was an

Evil Force out there preventing the sale of their glorious books and

determine to thwart that force and PROVE how wonderful the "unpopular"

books are, but hey, call me nutty, but I believe that people are trying

to tell you something when they don't buy a book, and that is, THEY

DON'T WANT THEM! Why should we write something people don't want? If

every hardcore Diana Tregarde fan bought fifty copies of each book, I

could afford to maybe buy a new VCR with the royalties. There are plenty

of other people who are already writing books people don't want, and

doing it in bigger numbers than we can! Just take a look at the

remainder- racks!


But, oh, the rumors! Conspiracy theories that would make Oliver Stone

burst into tears of envy! Someone periodically starts a rumor that the

publisher is "suppressing" the books---the fact is, that like me, they

want to publish books that are going to compete with our more popular

series. Another is that they have been published, but a fundamentalist

group bought them all so no one else could read them, ignoring the fact

that if anyone bought an entire print-run of anything, it would be on

the New York Times bestseller list! Or my favorite two rumors, that

appeared IN THE SAME WEEK, one that Larry was a fundamentalist who was

preventing me from writing them, and a rumor that Larry was an evil pagan

who was preventing me from writing them! Then there are the letters

taking me to task for not following the letter-writer's own particular

brand of politically correct neopaganism. THESE BOOKS ARE ENTERTAINMENT


a book featuring YOUR favorite brand of religion, YOU go out and write

and try to sell one, and good luck and don't let the door hit you on the

way out!


They were written at the time when horror was outselling everything else,

and hey, I wrote them to make money. We've got a mortgage to pay. I

suppose by some people's standards that is a heinous crime, but I'm

sorry for offending your delicate little sensibilities. Actually, no I'm

not. Get a life, get a grip, and grow a spine; you all ought to know by

now that we don't do PC. Then there are the people who insist that the

Guardians are real. Hey, if there really were Guardians, you'd see

panicky skinheads buying up the Rogaine supply like the KKK at a white

sale. There'd be no such thing as a crooked televangelist, when they'd

have real demons popping in on their shows to tell them where they were

REALLY going.


"But Guardians must be real," comes the cry, "How could you make

something like that up?" Oh for crying out loud, an "occult police force"

is one of the oldest gizmos in horror fiction! The Nine Unknown Men, the

Hunting Lodges, the White Lodges, Dr. Orient, Agatha Christie's Harley

Quinn, to name a few; there's been more good and bad books involving

occult "police" than there have been books about vampires! That's

FICTION, people! Do you really, truly, think that if there WERE an

"occult police force" they'd have let those kids in Florida kill their

mother and drink her blood, that they'd let kiddie- porn and snuff-film

makers continue to operate, or that they WOULDN'T make it their business

to track down and dispose of serial killers? What're these guys

supposedly doing, punishing junk-bond dealers?


The thing is, on one level I can sympathize with people who would really

like to believe that Guardians are real. The world is a scary place, and

more and more scary things are happening in it, things that really look

as if there was a single evil hand behind it all. Hey, I wish there were

Guardians! I also wish for peace, prosperity and an end to war. There's

about an equal chance for either.


But now we get a little more into the shallow end of the reality pool,

because some of these people claim that the Guardians are this big,

cohesive group watching over everything. As far as that goes, in MY

books, the Guardians aren't even organized! They're about as cohesive a

group as a herd of grasshoppers! The closest thing to "organization" they

have is when two of them run into each other at the Karaoke Club and find

out they both want to sing "Poisoning Pigeons in the Park." There's NO

group meetings, NO politics, no nothing---yet these same people have

invented an entire complex hierarchy for them, complete with lodge

meetings, secret handshakes, and decoder rings! Cripes! They aren't even

reading the books, they're just reading what THEY want to see into the



It gets stranger. A whole lot stranger. We aren't even in the reality

pool, anymore, we're out in the crabgrass around it. There are people

claiming to BE Guardians---and people who claim they would be Guardians

if only some Evil Force wasn't keeping them from finding their own

little Yoda and having their occult powers activated. Okay, I can even

sympathize with this one, because I've been there too. When your life is

in the crapper, you can't get a job that doesn't involve a paper hat and

a nametag, and you think that if you dropped off the planet no one would

miss you for weeks, it's comforting to believe that all your misfortunes

can be blamed on an Evil Occult Force.


I had myself talked into that one for a while, but at one critical point

I had what the Twelve Step groups call "a moment of clarity," when

someone else who had bought into the delusion began coming up with

things I knew just weren't true and I realized that the world is what it

is, and it doesn't take an evil force to make it that way--- and that I

was doing a better job of keeping myself unemployed than any Evil Occult

Force could. That's when I forced myself to admit that I had the best

chance of making my life better if I just got a good suit from Goodwill

instead of wearing costumes, pounded the pavement looking for work

instead of waiting for a Dream Job to be given to me, and put more and

smarter effort into realistic goals, like learning computer programming

instead of spending all my time staring at a candle and trying to contact

my Personal Psychic Trainer. That's when I also realized that I really

liked making up the stories, so I didn't give them up, I just stopped

telling myself they were real. And I started writing them down, which was

a lot more fun when other people started to read them and told me how

good they were. But guys, people who tell you that they are Guardians

never made that jette back to coolsville (To quote Dennis Miller).

They're still in a wobbling pirouette that's taking them straight into

the orchestra pit.


And here we go right off the end of the bell curve, because the same

lunatics who say that they are Guardians are bound and determined that I

am a Guardian! Jeez Louise, if I had occult powers, would I be sitting

here writing my ass off for a living? Heck no, I'd be out in Vegas in

the VIP suite with half a dozen semi-naked chorus boys feeding me caviar,

that's where I'd be! I'd be cruising the Bahamas on the way to my own

tropical island. I'd have a mansion and fifty servants, and the biggest

aviary outside of a zoo, that's what I'd have, and I'd have more

semi-naked chorus boys to do all the cage- cleaning and feeding for me!

Meanwhile Larry would be winning Le Mans and Sebring in his unbreakable

Lotus (a real occult miracle), and on the side he'd be having one-man

shows at the Guggenheim and his personal Ford Indygo would be winning

the Pebble Beach Concours d'Elegance. Oh, and he'd also take a few hours

off to do some hawking with his Ornate Hawk-Eagle, taking the prizes for

high- catch of the day, of course. I'd write for fun, when I felt like

it, and not every day, eight hours a day, seven days a week.


Have we got that straight, all you cosmic cupcakes? Do you think if I

had occult powers I wouldn't have KNOWN those freaks in Oklahoma City

were going to blow up a building with a day-care center full of kids in

it practically in my own back yard and have DONE something before it

happened? Do you think if I had occult powers I wouldn't have warned my

friends in Los Angeles to be somewhere else when the Northridge Quake

busted loose? Or warned my parrot-breeder friends in Florida to get

their setups into concrete blockhouses long before Hurricane Andrew came

through? For crying out loud, wouldn't I have KNOWN Larry's studio was

going to have a fire, that our rearmost room was going to flood, that

his car was going to have a wreck, and that our garage was going to get

hit with a tornado???? Wouldn't I have DONE something to avoid these

things? And just because those things all happened, that DOESN'T mean

that I have these cosmic powers and I either LET them happen or MADE them

happen because I am evil! Shoot, if you're looking for someone with Major

Occult Powers, try someone like Dick Clark---filthy rich, no scandals,

and he looks HOW old? Or Paul McCartney, who hasn't aged a day since 1972.

The guy that invented Pet Rocks---geez, how many of us did he sucker into

buying a road-rock in a cardboard box? Had to have been occult powers.

Or--- it has to be the way the world works.


Reality check time, people, here's a whole ROLL of quarters, there's the

clue machine, GO BUY SOME. And people, why would someone who belonged to

a super-secret high-risk occult-society with amazing powers at her beck

and call be stupid enough to draw the attention of all the Bad Guys by

WRITING ABOUT IT? "Hello? Is anyone paying attention? Oh, no---well, let

me just run up a GREAT BIG SIGN that says 'Guardian here! Come and get

me!'" Just what was that supposed to accomplish? Was I supposed to be

looking for other Guardians? But if I BELONGED ALREADY to this so-called

"Inner Circle" why would I be looking for them? Was I supposed to be

recruiting new Guardians? Guys, that gag is straight out of THE LAST

STARFIGHTER. Yeah, that's a good idea, Gunga Din; let's just raise our

profile a lot higher for the Bad Guys to shoot at, and meanwhile, we'll

sort through all the mail from every guy who ever wanted to levitate and

shoot lightning bolts "Just like in the comic books." Hey, we'll find a

LOT of potential Guardians that way!


Now at this point, if you've somehow been sucked into a group like I've

described, and you've raised these objections, your Fearless Leader the

Great Cranko is saying, "Well of course she'd say THAT, she wouldn't

want to blow her cover"---like it wouldn't already have been blown higher

than a palm tree at Bikini Atoll---but just how many of those "of course

she'd say that"s are you going to accept before your logic circuit kicks



Oh, it gets better! Not only am I a Guardian, but I'm supposedly the

source of (or involved in) political corruption among the Guardians. The

Old Order has gone bad and is trying to suppress the Young Turks (you

know, if I tried to write that plot, my editors would reject it as being

too trite). I helped organize some whoop-de-ding spell- casting session

to "burn out" all of those who wouldn't follow and obey us. And it's time

to destroy the Old Order to make way for the New, Pure of Heart, Full

of---well, it rhymes with "hit." Follow and obey ME? I can't even get

plumbers to finish fixing my pipes on time! Where the hell did this

paranoid delusion come from? If there are any of you out there who have

bought into THIS particular schizoid fantasy, I have some real harsh



You are responsible for your OWN thoughts, actions, and attitudes, dudes

and dudettes. Somebody else may preach these things, but YOU are the one

responsible for hanging your logic out to dry, putting your brain on

"record" and forgetting that you're supposed to think as well as believe.

And if your "coven leader" is feeding you this line of garbage---when

you READ that this is the last thing we would believe in, you SEE and

HEAR that our books are preaching compassion and not trashin', and you

can find out with no trouble whatsoever the amount of charity work we



Whose ACTIONS are consistent with someone who does the right thing

aswell as talking about it? Who goes out and tries to help, instead of

blaming some poor fantasy writers for "oppressing him?" And kids, when he

tells you that you are all going to have to destroy the old order to make

way for the new---think REAL HARD for a minute. Those same words have

been spoken by other people who got their followers to go out and do

horrible things FOR them. People like Thomas Mitzger, Charles Manson and

Jim Jones---people who worked up hysteria and paranoia among THEIR

followers then sat back with folded hands while real blood flowed, and

said, "but I am innocent, I haven't done anything!"


Okay, so maybe all these guys want to do is have you all hold hands in a

circle and try and give me a headache. Hey, knock yourselves out, have a

good time, and don't drive home intoxicated afterwards. But maybe they

want to manipulate you into doing something very bad in the real world.

I've got news for you, kids. IF THEY DO, YOU ARE STILL RESPONSIBLE FOR

YOUR OWN ACTIONS. YOU will go down; maybe embarrassment, maybe to

jail---maybe to Death Row. Why? Because YOU handed over your brain and

conscience to a would-be tin-pot dictator who gets his jollies out of

manipulating people he thinks are weak- willed and suggestible suckers.


And right now some of you are saying "oh that couldn't possibly happen

among fans!" (or pagans, or whatevers). Guess again. It not only can, it

already has. Within my own very limited circle of acquaintances, I

PERSONALLY have VERIFIED with mundane sources---one man ennobled in the

SCA who took on a contract-killing and is currently in prison for it,

one man in fan circles who was convicted of child molestation and went to

jail for it and died there, one man in RenFaire, sf-convention and pagan

circles who was caught and convicted of multiple torture-murders, one

man in fan and SCA circles who was caught and convicted of setting

pipe-bombs in public buildings. That's just among people I knew.


I'm not the only author who's had their fiction distorted like this, and

it makes all of us want to track the creeps responsible down and pound

them into the ground like tent pegs. But WE are adult, compassionate,

responsible (there's that word again) human beings, and we know that

would be wrong. So we sit in our offices and get death- threats and

wonder which one of these loons is going to be THE one--- and if this

time someone is going to get hurt. It might be the psycho himself, or it

might be one of his followers who decides to show up. Maybe Aleister

Junior will egg one of his followers into buying a Saturday Night

Special and go blaze away at a book signing. Most of us writers are only

partly worried about ourselves---because maybe what happens is an

innocent fourteen- year-old flings herself into the line of fire, or is

just standing there getting a book signed, and becomes a statistic. How

the hell do you think we'd feel about THAT?


I can tell you that there are at least some writers---or the people left

behind (if it was the writer who got toasted)---who wouldn't sit in

their offices and wring their hands afterwards. They'd track down the

creep responsible, and for half an hour forget they were adult,

compassionate, responsible human beings and turn him into a thin layer of

red gel on the concrete. It would be wrong, but that's what they'd do.


Want to make a judgement call on good and evil? Anyone who would be the

instigator of something like that is hardly on the side of the angels.

Anyone who causes that sort of disaster is propagating the real evil in

the world, not some poor hacks writing thrillers to pay the mortgage.


So before your local wizard who claims to be a Guardian or one of the

Nine Unknown, or the leader of a Hunting Lodge gets you into anything

deeper than some joyful, joyfilled celebrations of life, compassion, and

all that is right and good in the world---maybe you'd better draw his

attention to that paragraph about the thin layer of red gel. Because

sometimes, boys and girls, what you think is a striped worm turns out to

be the tail of a tiger and no magic is required.


### Now, for all of you who are still with me, if you encounter any of

these people, DO NOT flame them, engage in arguments, post to their

bulletin boards, or have anything whatsoever to do with them. If you

meet them in the real world, DO NOT argue; just smile and nod, back away

slowly, and when their attention is taken away, RUN LIKE HELL. These are

unpredictable people, and they could decide that YOU are the embodiment

of the great evil that is oppressing them.


----------------------------------- End of message from Mercedes Lackey-


If you wish to write Mercedes concerning this post, you can contact her via

postal mail:


Mercedes Lackey

P.O. Box 8309

Tulsa, OK 74101 USA



Notes from Firebird


Misty asked me to post this in our on line catalog after the latest round

of problems with death threats. Given that there is an ongoing investigation

into this matter by the FBI, the amount that I can say about it is



What bothered Misty more than the possibility of getting shot, or Larry

getting shot, was the vision of some 14 year old fan standing in line at

a book signing, getting into the line of fire and ending up dead or worse.

I'll say it again: The idea that a fan of her work could end up in the

wrong place, at the wrong time and end up dead or worse is what is

driving the "Last Straw" letter.


For the record Misty and I have been friends for close to two decades.

She has in that time changed from working full time as a main frame

programer for a large airline, to a well respected and successful writer

in the fantasy world.


Once she achieved a certain level of visibility, something strange

started to happen. Odd people started crawling out of the woodwork. And

some of these people were very, very odd. There were the old so-called

friends who could not stand her successes. Vicious personal attacks came

from people within Science Fiction & Filk fandoms. There were the SCA

households that assumed that now that she had some books published, she

was rich, and should give them funds to run their extended households.

And got angry when she said no. There were the fanfic writers that

wanted her to get them published, and got mad when she did not wave her

magic wand and get them the publishing contract of their dreams.


There was the real life tragedy that ended in a murder, suicide, and

nearly ended up as a double murder, suicide. This incident started when

Misty and her husband Larry Dixon sheltered a woman escaping a bad

marriage and her child. This episode included: pipe bombs, people, (not

just the woman's ex-husband), keeping Misty's house under surveillance.

People with high powered rifles being run off the property in the middle

of the night. Police that would not take the threats seriously. a

unresponsive legal system, and a judge with attitudes firmly rooted in

the neolithic age. The nut case involved tried to kill his ex-wife, and

the people trying to help her. He only managed to kill his two year old

daughter and then shoot himself. This was done on a court ordered

visitation, despite everything Misty and Larry and the mother, and the

lawyers could do.


And then there were the pagans. Once the Diana Tregarde books were

published, every pagan nut (please note, the nut applies to specific

pagans, not to all pagans) with an ax to grind decided that the portrayal

of magic in the books was not correct. Some of these people did not take

no for an answer, and when their dearly held believes were not accepted

and enshrined in the Diana Tregarde books, they got nasty. Big time nasty.

Death threats, curses, hate mail directed at Misty. Once it was clear

that these avenues were blocked, or at least ineffective, some enterprising

souls started going after people close to Misty. They tried to get to her

through Larry, Firebird, family, and friends.


The problem is not SF fans, or pagans. The problem is with people who

have boundary problems. People who are not real clear on where to draw

the line between their own life, and their favorite author's life. Most

of Misty's fans are good caring people, who would never think of stepping

over the line. However, and this is a big however, there are people out

there who are incapable of recognizing where the lines are drawn. These

people range from annoying, to the truly deadly. And it is impossible to

tell them apart.


This latest death threat is being taken seriously. It threatens Misty,

Larry, and anyone who is with her. How would you like to be standing in

line at a book signing when the nut with a gun or a bomb shows up trying

to take Misty out? What? It could never happen? People don't do that?

Remember the two year old that ended up with a bullet through her head?

Not a character in one of Misty's books. But a real world small child

that lived under Misty & Larry's roof, played with their cats, pulled

the tails of the parrots, and never hurt anyone in her life. A small

child Misty and Larry tried to protect. Dead. Brains splattered all over

the crib. Too graphic for you? You bet. True? You bet. And it could be

you next.


Is Misty angry? Yes, she's furious. Nuts out there have repeatedly

threatened to kill her, her husband, their friends, and now the threat

is to you, her fans. All over a set of characters in a fantasy book.


Becoming a successful writer should not be equal to living in a war zone.

This is the kind of treatment fans are dishing out to many of your

favorite authors. Crazy fans are making Misty's life hell by projecting

their own fantasies on her. By all means buy Misty's books, her music,

Larry's art work. Enjoy the products of their creativity. Empathize with

the characters, and the life situations that the characters find

themselves in. But beware if you or anyone else starts confusing the

characters with the author. . Do not give the nut cases any more power.

The single most important thing you can do is avoid these nuts. Isolate

them. Laugh at them from a distance. Don't let them into your life.

Don't let yourself get taken by some charismatic lunatic with murder on

the mind. And run like hell if anyone tries to get you to buy into their

warped view of the universe.


Teri Lee

Firebird Music

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