April 13, 2020

It's Easter Monday, and ages since my last post.

I have been focusing on fiction this year, mostly because real life has gotten so very strange.

That said, some of the fiction I wrote last year seems like a bit of foreshadowing in these recent days. My book, Starting in the Middle of The End, focuses on a trio of little girls who are caught up in a dangerous situation and eventually moved to an underground hiding place during events that leave the world changed forever. Dystopian stuff, but now a bit weirder to me in light of things going on.

Last winter I wrote a short story featured in my book Scribbles: A Short Story Collection called A Little Cold, where things went a little sideways. It was written and in editing before the current situation hit the news.

Am I weird, or what?

Now, this current situation is something we need to be aware of, and we need to have good and reliable information going forward. I don't feel like we're getting that from the current Administration. Anyone who spends three quarters of each interview making excuses and placing blame and calling people names is not someone I have any faith in.

As I write, I am listening to yet another press conference, and feeling very much like I might puke on my shoes. I have no trust anymore in what is going on in the country.

That said, I have been heartened by the response of Governor Jared Polis in Colorado. I feel that he was much more proactive than many, not including Cuomo in New York, and if everyone had done as they did, things might look better today.

Now they're talking about re-opening the economy. The Thingy announces that he has all the authority over all the states to do this, which is a lie. He says no one needs ventilators, things are doing better, everyone is getting all the ventilators they need.

The lies go on and on.

I feel a need to stay current and that need is in direct opposition to my need to filter the bullshit by turning everything off.

Sigh.

You can maybe see why I haven't posted much real-time commentary lately. It's depressing. Plus, I don't feel like arguing about it.

Hey, I plugged a couple of my books. Go get them and read. Escape for a while. Enjoy.
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Easter happened.

It didn't happen the way it usually does, and that makes me sad. We usually have a nice family dinner with everyone, but yesterday it was just Mom, Dad and me. Homemade soup, biscuits and fresh apple pie. It was delicious.

But, wow. It was lonely not being with everyone.

My reaction? Look at really old Easter photos. 

Ha ha. Check out my terrible fashion sense in that top photo. What on earth was I thinking? I'm sad to report that my fashion choices haven't much improved over the years.

Anyway, Happy Easter to all. 

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My New Year's resolution to write more is a bust, and I'm not going to repeat it here. I will try. I do write another blog, and it features mostly fiction. It's easier for me to cope with make-believe these days. You can read that at Penz-O-Paula. I hope you'll visit and follow me. 

In the meantime, please safe. Make sure you follow those Social Distancing guidelines. Wear a mask when you go out, but stay home as much as possible. Wash your hands. Wash them a lot. Wash them some more.