I’ve been bad. It’s been over a month since I posted anything here.
Worse, I’ve done hardly anything at all on the writing front since right after Thanksgiving. Not a damned thing, unless you count a hastily scribbled note with an idea for a short story. I really needed an actual, honest-to-goodness vacation, and I made a point of getting one. That included not doing any writing work beyond the relaxing kind (i.e. thinking about writing). Instead I’ve been watching a lot of TV and playing games (including playing World of Warcraft for the first time since 2014—if you play, and happen to be on Cairne and see a level 64 Paladin in Zangarmarsh, say Hi).
I did do one thing related to writing: I made a decision about my next project. The As-Yet-Untitled SFF Project? Nope. What about that story idea I mentioned in the last post—you know, the one I mentioned that started off as a short story idea but mushroomed into a full length novel? Not that either. I’m not abandoning those; just putting them on the back burner for a while I attack something else that I need to do first. And that’s all I’m saying about it for now. I’ll update when I have something a bit more concrete to say.
But back to the point of this post, as hinted at by the title. What started off as a few days away from social media over Thanksgiving turned into a month or more away from it, spanning Christmas and New Year. And I don’t regret it that much, either. Honestly, Twitter and (especially) Facebook can get more than a little toxic in large doses. Or even small doses, now that I think about it. Being off the things for a few weeks has been cleansing.
But the downside is that I didn’t realise just how much social media has become the first source for daily news. As a result, I really only found out some important things when I started tracking Twitter again. Notably, Trump and the rest of the gang of criminals are still not in prison. Yeah, I know: just getting rid of one turd won’t help when the whole steaming pile needs to be flushed, and that’s going to take time (I imagine the stack of indictments that Mueller and his team are building up must be pretty damned huge by now, and growing daily). But I was kinda hoping for some good news by now. C’est la vie.
The one good piece of news—which isn’t really news to anyone, actually—is that come the midterms anyone who stands with Trump as he sells the country to a foreign power, empowers bigots and sex criminals, condones violence, tears up the constitution he vowed to protect, etc., etc., is going to have a tough time staying in office. Names are being taken; this will all be remembered when the time comes.
Although I don’t know that the country can stand to wait until November to see Trump dragged out of the White House and into the Big House. Every day that passes sees more damage, more erosion, and the longer it goes on the harder it’s going to be to fix. What worries me most is that there might be a point of no return, where the damage is so bad that there’s no fixing it. That’s a horrible thought.
Right, that’s enough of the depressing stuff. Lunch break is over, and I need to get back to work.
Until next time…