“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.” — Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities
When was the last time that sentence accurately described your life?
What about right now? In my personal life, things are going pretty well. But the world is going to hell in a handbasket, with religious extremism threatening lives in the mideast and here at home. Young black men are being shot with abandon by police who no longer see them as human. The middle class is disappearing while the rich get richer and pay fewer taxes. Corporations are people but don’t go to jail when their crimes are myriad and obvious. The vast majority of politicians are bought and paid for by the corporations who should go to jail. Child abuse and sexual abuse are at an all time high, with colleges struggling to avoid castigation for protecting rapists. The NFL is tax exempt and a coddler of domestic abusers while making record profits and bullying everyone it can.
Do you want me to go on? No? If everybody understands all this, why is nothing done? Oh, yes, we had an election, and the Repugs won. They claim they have a mandate from an election with the lowest turnout since 1942. Pull the other leg. It does no good to tell people to vote. They’ve never seen that their vote does any good, and they are asked, in some states, to stand in line for twelve hours, particularly if they are elderly or of color. Early voting, which re-enfranchised a substantial number of these voters, is being cut by the Repugs so they can win. The demographics are against them, and in a few years, even this sort of hanky-panky will do them no good.
My life on the other hand is about to get interesting. Sometime in the next six weeks, I will get my first book back from the editor. If all goes well, the turnaround will be only a few weeks to publication. If a lot of work needs to be done, it could be a month or two until P-day. The anxiety level is slightly elevated right now because of this, but I am beginning to get into working on the second book which occasions a big sigh of relief. My creative writing course is almost over, except for a little tidying up, so time can now be spent on writing the book and the blog, and reviewing the work for my fellows at the Burlington Writers Workshop. The only severe downside I see to my life right now is SNOW. So I pray for a dry winter, even though it’s an El Nino year.