New Plan...

Okay, first off I'm fine. I know it's been a week since I've written here. I don't have writer's block so much as a writer's dam. At least that's what I think.

I need to finish that long fiction piece I started because it's gumming up the works. I know where I want it to go. I know what the next piece is, even, but I just haven't been able to get it from my brain to the screen. And because of that every time I sit down to write, or even think about sitting down to write those ideas sort of flood to front and block anything else.

So what I'm going to do is take the next few days (starting this afternoon) and just super focus on finishing it up.

That's your warning. After this piece there will be nothing but fiction for the next few days.

Hopefully.

I mean this is all a theory as to why I just haven't wanted to sit down and write lately.

It could also be because we are being ruled by a mad man and his enablers and saying he is going to rename New Mexico might have finally broken me beyond repair... I mean, it's not as major as all of the other things but it's such an indication of his madness. Not just New Mexico but Lake Ontario and the Gulf of Mexico. And all of the big tech companies just falling in line.

His world is being shaped by the AI dreck that Natalie is making for him. I think he honestly believes now that he is that image she produces.

He's out there making up new 9/11 stories for fuck's sake.

Okay, so yeah, it could be a little of that as well.

As I've said before I don't want to just spend every day writing about the latest nonsense he's doing that I have absolutely no power to stop but it's so difficult. It's hard to explain how it's a constant drum beat in your head if you are living here. I know his craziness is a problem for the whole world but at least other countries have a layer of separation from it. We don't.

This wing of the republican party has been clamoring for the Unitary Theory style of government for so long that they aren't paying attention to the actual head of the executive party being insane (clearly I'm talking about Stephen Miller). They also know that at no other time will they have this much power in their own hands. All they have to do is give the executive figurehead something shiny to look at, a ballroom, an arch, a gold plated gold plate, and tell Natalie to make him some memes and they can do whatever they want.

And they have been.

The coffers will be empty.
The forests will be ravaged.
The data will be harvested.
The food supply will be poisoned.
The foundations will be shattered.

So yeah...

Fiction. The next week or so is going to be a flurry of fiction while I try and finish that longer piece. I am the fortune teller and I do know what I see for Olivia's future. Now I just need to get it all out for the rest of you. I don't have power over my real world, but maybe exercising some over the fictional worlds in my head will nice.

Maybe.

I mean, often I'm not in charge of those either so...

Yeah. Fiction.