Staggered, But Recovering

Well. That was a thing.
With Trump officially poised as President-Elect, I've had the full gamut of emotions run through me. Starting with hope, rapidly sliding towards disbelief, then in rapid succession fear, anger, disappointment, and crushing depression. This is not how things were supposed to go.

But it is what it is.

The problem is that it's very hard to sit down and write silly stories right now. It's hard to remember that the good guys win. It's difficult to summon up the energy to create fictional evil when there's so much actual evil to deal with.

This feeling will pass. The reason I write stories like I do is specifically because the world is a dark, depressing place. Occasionally we all need to believe that the good guys win precisely because it so rarely happens.

But for today? Today I'm just going to soak in my feelings a bit, try to get my feet back underneath me.

Tomorrow... tomorrow I write.