Wednesday, January 25, 2017

Enough, Already!

Anybody who's read any of my posts from the past year knows where I stand with regard to the presidential election and the circus currently going on in Washington DC. I've made no secret of it. However, I've confined my opinions to my own blog, Facebook and Twitter pages--and exchanges with others on the same side of the political fence. It became clear early on that neither side would change the other's minds, so why waste time and effort trying?

Despite this, I haven't been able to completely avoid the trolls. I've had to block a few from my Facebook page in recent weeks. (Makes me wish I had only accepted friend requests from actual friends.) One scolded me for posting a particularly funny photoshopped magazine cover. That lecture was from someone I actually do know--that woman's been sticking her nose where it doesn't belong since the day I met her, so no, I don't have any regrets about blocking her.

The other two were people I only knew from Facebook, and not very well at that. I rarely interacted with either of them. It makes me wonder why they felt the need to make asses of themselves on my page. Why didn't they keep their opinions on their own pages? Didn't they realize that if they sound off on someone else's, there's a 99% chance that person really doesn't give a rat's ass what they think?

William and I have talked about this. He's the veteran of many Troll Wars (and multiple Facebook suspensions). It's best to just ignore the other person's attempt to engage you. That's easy when the person trying to start a fight is someone you have no real connection with--not so much so when it's a friend.

I've seen other posts on this, so I know I'm not the only one dealing with the BS. Apparently, somebody's mothers never taught them if they couldn't say something positive, just shut up and move along.

I guess the argument could be made that I asked for it by posting the stuff. Not true. I don't start fights with people who post things that I don't like. I just don't comment at all. We all have the right to post our political positions, pictures of our kids, detailed descriptions of what we had for breakfast, funny memes, anything we want (except maybe porn--there are kids on social media, after all), no matter how silly it might seem to everyone else, without being harassed.

Stepping off the ol' soapbox now....

Thursday, January 19, 2017

(For Once We're Not) TGIF!

Doomsday is fast approaching. 

In less than twenty-four hours, the Orange-tufted Republican Moron will take the oath of office and we'll all be doomed. As for his supporters, I guess the fact that most of them think the Affordable Care Act and Obamacare are not the same thing says a lot about how the loon got elected. 

Upon hearing that all of the major television networks and a number of radio stations plan to stick us with all-day coverage of the coronation inauguration, Collin and I decided we'd do something NOT celebrating the biggest mistake the United States has ever made (at least in my lifetime). We're going to the movies. In the morning, we'll be seeing The Resurrection of Gavin Stone, a Christian comedy about a bad boy actor (Brett Dalton, Agents of SHIELD) who does community service at a church and finds himself and his true purpose. Afterward, it's going to be lunch at TGI Fridays (there's irony in that choice, given that this is one Friday we're NOT thankful for!). Then, in the afternoon, we're going back to the theater to see Rogue One: A Star Wars Story. I'm pretty sure no one needs to be told what that one's about!

That is, I hope we're going.

Still dealing with arthritis. It started in my knees, then moved to my hips, arms, hands and spine. My back has been killing me the past few days (not literally). Early this morning, I had to go to the bathroom--but I couldn't get out of bed. My left knee was bent and wouldn't straighten out. So here I was, trying to figure out how to get from my bed to the bathroom. My cane was in my backpack. Collin was asleep, and there was zero chance of waking him. He's slept through a house explosion in the past--no exaggeration! Our weather radio is quite loud when a warning is issued. He's slept through that, too, so I was pretty sure he wouldn't hear me calling to him.

The table next to my bed is a glass-topped table with a metal frame and is on casters. I finally decided to use it as a walker. Obviously, I couldn't put my weight on the glass--I've already cracked it accidentally. But I could use the frame to balance myself well enough to get to the bathroom door, and from there I could lean on the sinktop.

By the time I got to the bathroom, my knee had finally relaxed enough for me to straighten my leg, but I am definitely going to talk to my doctors about approving me for an electric scooter....


Tuesday, January 10, 2017

No New Year's Resolutions, But Maybe, Just Maybe....

I don't make New Year's resolutions. I gave up on that a long time ago. I'd make a long list of things I was determined to do in the coming year...and I'd inevitably blow it before January 31st. But this year, there will be change. Some of them will be necessary.

2016 wasn't my best year, and not only because of the presidential election (though that was definitely not something to celebrate). No...there were multiple health issues. My blood pressure wasn't being controlled by the medications I was taking, so there were changes to be made. I already take so many different meds that if pharmacies qualified for government bailouts, I'd apply.

My eyesight is getting worse. I've dictated material off and on in the past, but the time came to finally get serious about it. We have a 40" TV. I told Collin it's time to start shopping for a bigger screen. And the arthritis in my knees has taken up residence in my hips, hands, shoulders and spine. The spine issues are complicated. My doctor tells me the nerves are being affected by that, which is causing certain areas of skin to feel like they've been soaked in Novocaine. No fun.

Arthritis has also visited Collin--but in his case, it was a blessing in disguise. Settled in his feet, it was no longer possible for him to continue working at IHOP, on his feet all day. He now works and takes his college courses at home. And I have him back as a collaborator! We've already started working together on Sucker-Punched, which will no longer be serialized.

Serialization doesn't work for me, anyway.  I should have realized it wouldn't. I have never written any of my books from page one to The End in any kind of order.  I write like I'm making a patchwork quilt, piecing a book together once I have enough scenes to make it work. Oh, well.

Where does that leave An Army of Angels? I honestly don't know. I want to finish it, but as a serial, there are still a lot of gaps. As a series of novels, I'd have to figure out how to deal with overlapping chronologies. 

I now have three blogs--two here at Blogger and one at WordPress. Not easy to keep up with three blogs and do three posts a week at two of them, especially with blog readership declining. But I'll maintain this one...and post when I have something to say. As for the other two, we'll see.

And on a final note, Creativia is now doing free ebook promos! The Unicorn's Daughter is currently available! 

Monday, January 2, 2017

Obituary: 2016. Good Riddance!

2016. Died a painful death at midnight on December 31st. Left as its legacy fear, unrest, racism,  bigotry and all of the other evils released from Pandora's Box. Survived by Sadness, Uncertainty, Nepotism, and the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse. Mourned by none.

Birth Announcement
2017. Entered this world at midnight full of hope for the future, until its true identity comes to light and the Unholy Trinity rises to power....