The Write Life

 

Hey all,

    Well, the holidays came and went in a blink. I worked extra. Retail is always crazy this time of year. It’s just now slowing back down. A mostly nice holiday was had by all. Except all the Littles got sick so we were unable to have a full get together. I have nine gifts waiting, sometime soon hopefully. The New Year blew in cold and hard. It was pouring rain and the wind really whipped up. Usually I can read the energy, but this year I was unable. We’ll see. It’s started off nice.

    Twenty twenty-four was by no means a bad year for me personally. The universe did throw some tests my way, but I fumbled through them and passed. It’s kind of funny how that works, isn’t it?

    In the world of writing, I’m back at it, trying to shape this book into something special. The world is a literal dumpster wildfire right now. I’m sticking my head in the proverbial sand, and focusing on the good things I can find.

    I’ve gone down a rabbit hole and now I’m about to create a sourdough starter, because who doesn’t want fresh bread? Is it a fluke? I like to think not. I even have a cute name for it. I’m holding pulling the trigger though. I’m afraid, I’ll start and then not be that into it, and what a waste of time and effort. I’ll keep you updated if I follow through. Guess my cute name. If I told you IRL that doesn't count.

     I read so many books, the trouble was I forgot to note them in any of my apps. I need to do better with that. Well…I’m rambling now. This is just a quick catch up. I’ll be back soon with more. Thank you for reading. I appreciate the time you take to follow along. Love you all.

 

 

 

Sorry I’ve been quiet. In June I posted a blog post, and shared it. Facebook immediately pulled the link saying it was scam-like, and they would review it. Five months later and it’s never been reviewed. Do you know why they said it was a scam? I posted links to sites where you could help those in Palestine. I have been so heartsick in this world, that I haven’t been able to update until now.

 

I don’t really wanna get into politics, but in the Venn diagram of life, politics is center right now. I want to go back two weeks and talk about something political that slipped my mind. Travel back with me to the worst moment of recent history. November 6th, 2024, I found a list of authors that voted for Felon 47. That’s when the lights came on. I hadn’t realized that all the people remaining silent, were voting for Felon 47, or it didn’t even matter in their world.  That silence, what a place of privilege. And of course they don’t have to address it.

 

I lost my favorite author. As much as I love her, how can I support someone that voted for a man that wants to hurt people I love? In good conscience I can’t. I am not naming names here. I am not here to shame people at all. I want you all to understand that this post is about me not realizing what their silence signified, and how that has gob-smacked me right in the kisser.

 

The world has run mad. I don’t even have words for how disturbed and disgusted I am. Over half the voters who turned out, voted the same as the KKK. FULL STOP. And they voted against their own interests, if you can believe that the economy was their main concern. When those tariffs hit and prices jump, I wonder how they’ll process it? If it weren’t so tragically awful it would almost be funny.

                             

                            So I am here, still writing, still fighting, I just try to keep going. Love to you all. ^-~

 

Hi Darlings,

 

I’ve struggled for the last month and a half. I’ve re-written this post several times, on here and in my head. I wasn’t ready and able to share it until now. I’m struggling. I’ve been told I’m an idealist. There is a genocide going on right now, and most people don’t even care. Why you ask? Because they do not look like you and me. Really you say? REALLY…

 

We are living through some awful history right now. What’s going on in Palestine is not justifiable. People from all walks of life are speaking out, marching, giving up their degrees and job securities, their college graduations, and it is humbling to watch. Gen Z is amazing, I’m just gonna say it.

 

But it is not enough. I don’t know what is enough to stop what is happening. I know I’ve cried rivers of tears for people. I’ve witnessed things that haunt my nightmares. Why would I torture myself, you ask? Because it is the most I can do to help besides reposting and sharing. I can bear witness to the atrocities. I can hold space for the grief and horror and sadness and fear.  I know we are falling on the wrong side of history.

 

Say what you will, but until you’ve heard the man sobbing in grief, your words don’t carry much weight. So, I’m saying it here. Free Palestine. They need our help. Desperately. Please, please if you believe in God pray. Donate where you can. Whether to World kitchen, or Doctors without Borders, or even Olive Branch. They are helping people escape. Also please go to Instagram and search out Palestinian Members of the Press, and follow them to see live coverage. Start  with Motaz Azaiza

 

 I am going to share the Instagram link below if you want to hear it. (Prepare to cry, his grief is beyond painful and heartbreaking. I am also going to share links where you can help.

 

 Palestinians Voices in Grief Echoing Around The World

 

 Doctors Without Borders

 

World Central Kitchen 

 

 Olive Branch

 

 That is all for this post. I don't have much else to talk about right now. People need our help....

 

Love you all. I'll be back soon with more life updates.