There’s a consequential election coming in the United States, between divergent sides of what seems to be a moral divide. There’s a pandemic nipping at our butts. And I believe in climate change, but that’s funny, because I don’t believe in air travel or microwaves or water treatment – they just are. So it’s not about belief. There are things you believe and those that simply are.
There’s so much negativity in this world, but I refuse to believe we’re a lost cause. I refuse to believe that our children won’t save us. We’ve made mistakes. We keep making mistakes. We give in to our impulses, money and fame and other things with short names and large appeal. But we’ll be saved by our kids, I figure. I was saved by my wife, who cares nothing for money or fame or little things like that. So I don’t despair. I just write.
Music and Theme
My playlist of music this morning (because I’m sure you were desperate to know – but if I can assist in pushing out great music, that makes me happy):
Unearth Me – Oklou
I Know the End – Phoebe Bridgers
Buzz – Maddie Medley
Is There Something in the Movies – Samia
All Dressed in White – King Princess
The Ever Turning Wheel – The Soft Cavalry
“We’re in a tin box and I’ve got a toothpick
And i have been poking the air
Somebody gave you a knife for your birthday
I think I know who but that’s not my affair” – Samia
Have you ever written a story that made you feel like you’re composing a song?
Just Like Real Life
In the photo above, I’m in the reflection. You just have to look really hard. Be still. It’s my writing space. I have three stories to write today. In each, reality bends. In one, it breaks. Just like in real life. Like us. But I don’t despair. I just write.