Well, a couple of things happened simultaneously.
I reached the conclusion that there really wasn’t a market for micro fiction; as much as I enjoyed writing it, no one would ever show any interest in buying any of it.
“That’s all right,” I thought. “I’ll just think about novel ideas for a while. Bound to be heaps of stuff I could turn into a novel. Even if I’m not that confident as a writer, surely there must be something.”
Turns out reading is fun, too. Uh oh. So are games, and television…
Once I stopped regularly publishing, of course the urge to write dried up, too. You can call it a writer’s block if you want to, I’d call it inertia (or lazy) setting in.
And then Trump.
You know how that happened. The guy I’d long ago pegged as an authoritarian nut job with fascist, racial, sexist, and criminal tendencies.
No one seemed to care. America was selecting a candidate with no moral compass at all. None.
Oh my god, how is this happening? Evangelicals like this guy? W .. T .. F .. How?
I’m not political. I wasn’t. Now I am.
He’s a clear and present danger to every one of us, and to America.
He’s got to go. That’s really all there is to it. I’m not a Democrat…ugh, yes, he’s pushed me that way, I am now. I’m too invested, and I’ve seriously annoyed all of my relatives.
“If you are part of a society that votes, then do so. There may be no candidates and no measures you want to vote for … but there are certain to be ones you want to vote against. In case of doubt, vote against. By this rule you will rarely go wrong.”
― Robert A. Heinlein, Time Enough for Love
Trumpism is the thing that I will forever be voting against. Well, at least as long as he allows us to vote at all. That’s in some doubt. He’s being supported by some particularly slimy fellows with billions, and they may yet “win,” God help us.
You know those old guys that hated Roosevelt forever and ever?
I can’t wait to wave my cane and shout, “Get off my lawn.”
I’ll get around to writing something again, maybe, one of these days.