It was a nightmare from ages past. I thought I had vanquished this demon, yet here it was again. Given strength by the stress of the moment and my weakness, it seemed unbeatable. As my resolve weakened. I thought back to the advice of my sponsor and the stories of those who battled this same foe. I remembered the mistakes made and the price paid. I set the bottle down, unopened.
Have a happy and safe holiday. As soon as my brand new Kindle finishes updating, I need to prep the house for guests. I’ll be back later to make a longer post and some more stories. Until then, take it easy.
The tapestry was over two hundred years old. It was more than a simple wall hanging. It was a work of art that brought together those who viewed it. The images embroidered on it depicted the dream our ancestors fought and died for. It wasn’t perfect. The loose threads were easy to ignore until someone pulled on them. The fabric bunched up. More threads came undone. These too were pulled. The damage and imperfections were now clearly visible. The entire tapestry was unraveling. Can it be restored to its former glory? Is it even worth the effort? There’s only one way to find out. I look to my tools and co-workers. Together, we get to work
We are a nation of immigrants. The influx of immigrants and new ideas has always benefitted this country in numerous ways. It’s what made this country great. That said, there needs to be some immigration reform but I am against mass deportation. There should be a path to citizenship. Those who aren’t white shouldn’t be treated any differently than immigrants from Europe. Religion should never factor into it. To do otherwise, violates everything the founding fathers fought for.
I’m going to be honest with you. These last two weeks have been rough. I put a number of my stories and projects on the back burner to focus on current events.
I have a lot of problems with President-Elect Trump and the people he is surrounding himself with. With these people guiding him and the country, things are going to get a lot worse before they get better. It’s really taken the wind out of my sails.
Most of the writing I’ve been doing has been more political in nature. It’s my way of coping with what’s going on. It also serves as a way to give people some insight into the things that many women, minorities, and members of the lgbtq community are concerned about. For the time being, that is a little more important than writing about a dystopian future that will never come to pass. We’re on the verge of living in a dystopia far more perilous than anything I could dreamed of. No, I’m not giving up writing or fiction. You’ll still see new stories and books from me. You’ll also see more posts concerning politics and other issues important to me so buckle up and enjoy the ride.
Originally, I planned to post a story I was working on. In light of recent events, I’m going to make the rare political post and talk about the election.
I don’t see myself as a democrat or a republican. Some of my views are very liberal and progressive while I’m hold some more conservative views. When it came to this election cycle. I wasn’t in love with either candidate. I would have preferred Sanders with Biden as my second choice as far as candidates go.
My vote wasn’t just about which candidate’s policies were best for me, my friends, and family. It was also about which candidate had policies and views that hurt people and this country the least. How many considered the latter during this election? Looking at the state of affairs today, clearly not enough.
Women, minorities, the lgbtq community, and numerous others have every right to be afraid. They have valid reasons for feeling the way that they do so don’t try to tell them to stop whining or shut up. On day one, racists are openly spewing their hatred and committing acts of vandalism. Women are enduring more bile than ever on social media because they wouldn’t support a man who talked about sexual assaulting them and didn’t see a thing wrong with it. Members in the lgbtq community have been assaulted while politicians talk about stripping them of their hard fought for rights. Peaceful protesters have been labelled as thugs, rioters, and traitors while armed militia men who take over federal land are called patriots. People around the world are concerned about a US that no longer honors its treaties and fell less safe.
Spare me the talk about coming together and reaching out to the other side. Right now, the only reason I would reach out to the other side is to strangle it. It’s the other side that has to reach out to. Here’s hoping they do.
Originally, I planned to post something else but my nerves are a shot. Earlier tonight, I had a moment of panic when I logged into my Amazon Kindle Direct account to check on my ebooks. I was greeted with an empty dashboard. Even though I have copies of all my books, publishing them again would have been a time consuming task. Add to that, my other Amazon accounts were also screwed up. After spending half an hour navigating the Amazon web site for help, I decided to give their customer service department a call. Thankfully, the issue was resolved. The customer service rep was able to pinpoint the problem and help me without treating me like an idiot. Now with the disaster averted, I’m going to try and relax. I’ll check back after N7 Day. Until then, stay safe and take care.