December 28th, 2016

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Winding Down the Year

I don't wish to make "resolutions," because I rarely remember to really keep them up. However, I would like to make some changes in the coming year, which I hope to stick with. The first of them is to try and actually write an entry in this blog (or blog anywhere, really, although this is the only one I really have ever kept up with) at least once a week. I would like to do more, but at least once I week I should be able to come up with something worth saying that's more than 140 characters.

For all that Twitter does encourage brevity, it also seems to encourage laziness in me; I know that my tweets will be cross-posted here, and I fell off of actually WRITING something. I think in some ways it has occurred to me that my writing is neither earth-shattering nor important, but as a writer, I should be doing something, especially since my fiction writing has taken a serious nose-dive in the last few years. I seem to write only in the month of November, and that's about it. I then share whatever I came up with in NaNo with my writing group, and make their suggested edits, but rarely do much else.

I realize that is not the way a writer works, but lately -- I just don't seem to have that drive anymore. The stories still come into my head, but they don't make their way from my brain through my fingers to the page anymore. It doesn't worry me the way it used to, but because writing was always therapeutic, I think perhaps it's good for me to make myself sit down and do it, even if I'm writing things that no one is reading or no one likes/agrees with/cares about/etc., etc.

So setting aside the general crappy annoyance of the last year -- I tweeted my frustrations and despair, and that may be all I needed to say (it may not be, but there it is) -- I sit down tonight to watch the Kennedy Center Honors (I recorded them last night since we were out) and I think to myself how much I've always enjoyed watching these, and I wonder how much the beauty, grace, and dignity of these awards is going to suffer under our crass new president.

I have insulted people over this election, and unfriended people I care about because they supported him. If nothing else, this election has shown me the real difference between simply disagreeing with people and acknowledging the face of evil. It's shocking and horrible to me that people do not seem to understand that while they themselves may not be horrible, by supporting that person and his backers they are condoning the most horrible, the most crass, the most evil of things -- that they cannot understand they are basically telling me they don't give a crap about me and my marriage, not to mention people who are poor, or sick, or helpless. I heard a woman say she could never vote for Hillary because "Hillary called us deplorable!" Well, honey, if the shoe fits. Did you hear what Trump called you and all our sex? Especially if we dare to not fit into his definition of beauty?

Anyway, the reason we were out last night is we went to see The Return of Dr. Mysterio. Since we no longer have BBCA, we were awfully glad we got the cinema broadcast here in town. It was a delight, almost as amazing as last year's. So far, Twelve does have some wonderful Christmas shows!

Now if 2016 can just finish up here (three more days!!!) without another tragedy, maybe we can limp into 2017 and make it a better year.

Let's see if I can keep this up. Maybe someday I could make it as a writer (ha ho ho ho ha ha).