The Bastard Prince plods on. I love this story so much I can barely contain my excitement. So close to being done! Sometimes I get this feeling of urgency. I have so many story ideas, I want to get them finished and published so I can get to the NEXT story. Sometimes I worry that I won’t get them done in my lifetime.
Elemental Truth I find it interesting and weird that both with E1 and BP I stalled around the part where things start to blow up in people’s faces (sieges and battles and such). Both storylines are complex, both storylines have a lot to them, and both stalled about 30 chapters in. I wonder why… Anyways, E1 is live both here and over at wattpad for those who prefer that setup better.
Politics: (this is a ramble, puking my thoughts on the screen.)
I’ve tried to stay out of politics here, but damnit I can’t stay quiet. I’m horrified. Embarrassed. Outraged by this mockery of a president that has defiled the white house. There’s a meme over on facebook that shows Patrick Stewart as Captain Picard (my hero!) with the caption of Damage Report! The note by the OP was that this was how they felt every morning when they looked at the news.
That’s how I feel. I’m afraid to say ‘What ELSE could he do to embarrass us?’ because I swear I feel like the great walking bad-tan is listening just so he can turn to his buddy Pence and say; hold my beer!
*takes a deep breath*
When did hate become acceptable? What has happened to my country? This isn’t who we are. Please, those of you who are from other parts of the world, please believe me when I say We’re better than this. I just wish my fellow countrymen, so blinded by hate and fear, would realize the damage they’re doing to us all.
And then the thought crossed my mind, late 90s early 2000’s there started a trend; reality TV. And the retirees suddenly started watching these horrid reality shows. Is it any wonder that they would then, turn around and elect a reality TV ‘star’? TV as I knew it growing up, doesn’t exist anymore. With the onset of faux news, and the war mongering, and the fear mongering following 9/11 followed by the insane hell bent efforts to obstruct and hate on our Nation’s first black president, is there really any wonder that the putrid, puss-filled, ignorant cheeto managed to win the election? They’d been groomed for a decade or more to go for the loud obnoxious one. And don’t even get me started on the ties with Russia*.
Sally Yates investigates cheeto.
Preet Bharara investigates cheeto.
James Comey investigates cheeto.
Gee, see a pattern here?
I’m so tired of this. I’m tired of seeing our nation being dragged through the muck behind a fool who knows nothing. I’m tired of the incompetence of this administration. The dimwits were so hell bent on getting into office by any means necessary, they forgot about things like organizational skills, planning etc… It’s exhausting. I want to go to sleep for a while. But we can’t back down. We have to stay ‘woke’. We have to resist. Our democracy, our nation is on the line.
And this is what spews from my brain at 1am as I’m trying to finish an edit and tell the Ice Dragons to stfu so I can finish the stories leading to theirs.
Anywho. I’ve got things to do in the morning, I’ve got scenes to finish, books to plot, and laundry. Lots of laundry to do. So I’ll leave you with this, one of my favorite songs covered by one of my favorite groups.
Peace can’t be just an obscure idea. We can get there. I know we can.
Be kind to each other. ~ N.Phoenix