In case you missed it here's: Alex Dally MacFarlane's, Eastercon: It was fun, but...
Also, if you haven't read Tori Turslow's Dear Western SFF: stop it with 'exotic' already, the link is in the post below this.
More thoughts from Eastercon:
I roomed with aliettedb during Eastercon and as usually happens during the moments when we do actually get to see and spend time with each other, we wound up talking until all hours about the things that matter to us. Perhaps this has to do with how we both write Science Fiction and Fantasy in a borrowed language, but I think it's mainly because we've moved from being people who just know each other online to trusting each other as friends.
There are things from the non-anglophone panel that continue to circle around inside my head. Some assume that because we write in a borrowed language, we can't delve the nuances of it and can't truly express in it as native english speakers do. Sometimes, it felt like we were artifacts placed under examination. I suppose it's human nature..but still, it doesn't mean I feel comfortable about it.
And finally, this poem was born out of all those thoughts. I hope it speaks in ways that I cannot.
Afterwards. . .
They said my tongue was twisted
They said I had no range--
I looked them in the eye and
I refused to be silenced.
They told me I should
surrender, why struggle?
"Assign someone else to be
the translator of your
I remained stubborn as hell
Refusing to be silenced.
I brought worlds to life with my words
And turned stars into dragons breathing
water, I saw them murder fire-- ( aliette's dragons )
I narrated the birth of the great mother's vessel
and told of how the skygods
unfolded the gates
We birth legends as
I have a voice
I choose not to be