What shall I blog about today?

The obvious choice is the election, until I looked at my calendar and realized I will be blogging about that next Monday.  Then I thought about writing about writing, of course.  But I recently wrote about Preptober and my future poetry path.  So, I figured I could write more specifically about NaNo, but then looked at the calendar again and realized I’m starting my weekly updates on that next Thursday, anyway.

I scrolled Twitter for a while, hoping to find an interesting question or topic.  Unfortunately, today is a PitMad event.  This is a complicated thing to explain but the basis is that you pitch your book via tweet to editors and agents.  So, my feed is clogged up with book ideas…some are great, but there’s not a lot of varying topics.

I could write about my weekend.  On Saturday, I took L fishing, and it was the first time we really hung out one-on-one.  At first, he seemed bored, but once we found some fish hiding under the dock, he got into it.  On the way home I mentioned an action scene in my novel that I am planning, and having some trouble with.  We spent the next hour or so discussing weapons, stealth tactics, armor, etc.  It was good bonding time, and it thrills me whenever the kiddos take an interest in my work.

On Sunday I woke, sick.  Off to the ER.  I don’t remember much…it’s all foggy.  I know that the intake nurse said “Hey, I heard you are an author” and I said “Yes I am!” and then threw up.  I don’t know how she knew that.

Bernie picked me up after a few hours and was told to take me home but then I found out that my people were all at my mom’s house: parents, husband, Kev, Sharon, and L.  So, I demanded she take me there.  She bought me a smoothie from McDonalds that I drank while everyone else ate chili, and then drove me home.  I think I may have dozed off at the table.

Today I feel good.  Healthy and happy and doing fine.  Except for I don’t know what to write about.

They say when you are in such a predicament, that you should write about exactly the dilemma: that you are stuck, or wordless.  This was my attempt to do that.  I don’t know that anything really came of it.  I do know that after today I am booked up on blog topics for the next couple of weeks, so that’s a satisfying feeling.  This?  This is just filler.

And as always, Happy Monday.

It’s literally unbelievable that I have to say this.


Once upon a time in a place that shall remain nameless, with people whose initials I will use, I saw a grown man throw a temper tantrum.  See, G wrote something that needed to be edited.  R, the man in charge, told him as such…I backed him up.  Unwilling to accept criticism from the “big boss,” G took his anger out on me, screaming and crying and literally stomping feet and banging fists, about how I didn’t appreciate his vision.  I looked at R, and he appeared to be as dumbstruck by this as I was.  I have never forgotten this moment, as it solidified the biggest of all my pet peeves: grown men who throw temper tantrums. 

Now, because of this, I only managed ten tortuous minutes of the debate. 

I awoke the next morning to a Twitter feed all ablaze about white supremacy.  Now, listen.  Ignoring literally everything else that has apparently not mattered to the average “conservative,” like the fact he’s a lying, tax evading, con-artist who pays off porn stars and has been accused of rape on more than one occasion, you have to admit, at the very least, that you don’t want to be a Nazi.

You know what they called the folks who idly sat by while Hitler rose to power?  Or the ones who took a “new boss, same as the old boss,” approach?  Or the people who turned and looked the other way while others lost their God-given rights?

Nazis.  They called them Nazis.

You don’t want to be a Nazi. Nazis are bad.

You don’t want your great-grandkids to look upon your name in disgust because you let a tyrant rise to power.  And yes, he is a tyrant.  Maybe not to you, but to me, and a lot of other people he has harmed or is trying to harm.  I will remind you that this is the man who wants to strip me of my health care, which will quite literally kill me, so when you say your down with the GOP what I hear is “Hey friend…my tax break is worth more to me than your life.”

But I digress…

I don’t get political often because I have friends on both sides of the aisle…this is why I use “conservatives” instead of Republicans, because I know some damn fine Republicans.  I also do not hide my own political beliefs, which are as blue as the sky.  But I don’t tolerate Nazis.  So, when the PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA refuses to condemn them, that’s just the end of the road.  If you think that is ok, you’re one of them, too.  That’s all there is to it.

Usually I love debate night.  I could not stomach this though.  It reminded me of the time I saw a fist fight break out in a senate in Africa on the news and thought “WOW, that shit is crazy,” and now if that happened here I’d be like “Yep, sounds like a Thursday.”

Anyway.  I need the VP debate, badly.  I need to wash that crapstorm out of my hair, and hear some nice, moderated discourse between a strong biracial woman and a white-haired android who fears such things.  I need to actually hear some platforms, some ideas, some flippin’ hope!

Ugh, the next month, man.  It’s going to be rough.



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Election Day

Election Season

It’s about that time. 

Some people look forward to Christmas or Halloween.  Or like, the Olympics. 

Me, I look forward to Election Day.  No, it has nothing to do with how I think Trump is an idiot, either.  I mean I do and I’m quite liberal, but I don’t care about your party during Election season, much like I don’t care about your religion during Winter-Holiday-Time.  We’re all celebrating something, right?  Be it four more years or revolution. 

Now, as I am blue, I will likely be better informed as to the goings-on of the Dems, though I do try to keep an open eye.  I watch both conventions.  I listen to what everyone has to say. Then I draw my conclusions. 

I am coming into this season with a different sort of feel.  It’s not like the past, where I was yearning for an expression of democracy.  This year I am desperate for it.  I think all of us who don’t support 45 are.  And I think that those who do are desperate as well, to cling to some small thing he has done that has benefitted them.  I mean, he has helped some people.

Just no one I know.

But that’s beside the point.

Anyway, because of all the dissent and anger surrounding the White House these days, I think this will be a very hot election season.  I back Biden of course, not because I particularly want to but because I don’t have a say in the matter.  I wanted Liz.  But I was bolstered by his pick of Kamala Harris as VP.  This is the event that officially kicks it all off for me.

Anyway, the DNC is in a few days and I will pop some popcorn and watch it and cheer.  Then I will watch the RNC, and throw some popcorn at the TV, probably. 

Then, debates!  Oh, I love the debates-I mean I don’t even think Trump will deign to do it, because he will be deeply schooled.  But a VP debate between Harris and Pence?  I am here for that.

Followed by the main event, Election Night.  I intend to vote early this year, so I won’t be braving the polls on the actual day, but I will be having my little get-together with my family where we drink and eat and watch the news.  It’s like my birthday, but in November, and without cake.

Maybe this year I will get a cake.

Last time we went home dejected and in disbelief.  I raged about the electoral college all night, as I am occasionally wont to do.  Hubs tried to assure me it would not be as bad as I thought it would be.  “But…but…GRAB ‘EM BY THE P*SSY!” I screamed in his face.

The party did not end well.

This year, I am hoping justice and common sense prevail, and we get the other old white guy.  Again, very liberal and totally over old white guys in politics, but I will take the team that I have been given over a million Donald Fucking Trump’s. Because that’s what I’m voting for…not just Biden, but the team.  Harris, of course, and whomever else they choose to help them fix the country.  I have faith in their capabilities to make those decisions.  I have never had faith in 45’s. 

So, it’s possible I will get political in future blog posts, and I want you to know that this is simply my fervor for the electoral process.  Off years are ok, for local elections…midterms are fun, and so are primaries…but I love the general election.  LOVE IT.  So excuse me while I geek out over polling statistics.  This is my Christmas.

This is my Olympics.