This is an odd day to bring the blog back, granted – For one terrible moment last year I thought my book became prophecy – All the hallmarks were there, tumultuous rage in Washington D.C. similar to what I wrote two years before. It manifested from a protest like in False Providence, unlike False Providence the protest wasn’t innocent and did not lead to the Fall of The Union – Thank God!
You might think writers like hitting a prophetic Home Run, we don’t, we eye our manuscripts like they’re suddenly Crystal Balls of immense power. There was a moment I could have felt the way Tolkien did the night of The Nuremberg address, was he heart-sick? Did he become faint as his fiction transformed into something else? His Sauron of Mordor becoming Hitler of Austria? It doesn’t help matters that now there is no clear cut Good Verses Evil when myopic tycoons fashion entire news empires to their will. It’s a little bit like Star Wars without the Skywalker Twins. There’s no real fight for justice yet, law must pave the way and God, isn’t that Slow Boat to China?!!
I’ve been absent since cruel tragedy befell my dog, he was killed with intention by a reckless driver. I was dragged back to a very dark place I never wanted to return to, my husband was made homeless by my mistake, abandoned by kin and destitute, he was forced to give up our pack to the shelter. Dark days followed us for a year, to the point I forced him to face a new day then another and another when he had no interest to. Though off the streets for nearly a year now I was terrified I’d return to those days of utter, utter pitch blackness – Did I mention he was a U.S Army Veteran?? I feel like I need to, cos fact and fiction blur so wildly in the American Conscience and yes, writers are to blame. Writing the American Dream like it’s the Magna Carta was always gonna come back to haunt us. If a Veteran can be turned away from kin, left starving in woods then ‘American Patriotism’ is stupidly subjective.
I wrote more Poetry about it from my well of rage and indignation at the Pantomime actors that were once his kin. It’s a tough, tough thing being an Army wife – His efforts, however meaningless to those who turned him away sure as hell won’t be wasted on a Toupee Tyrant’s Coup Attempt!!
If writers are these strange Prophetic beings then we should write more happy endings, shouldn’t we?
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