I have decided that I will be posting some new fiction work on this site. I have an idea for a new story; once I have properly constructed the story and begun the writing I will start posting it here. My goal is to post one chapter every other month. I know that’s not much, but it’s a start. We’ll see how that goes once the actual writing process begins.
I am thinking about reviving this blog. What should I blog about? I could do something about my Druidry. I could also post fiction; I have an idea for story, I could write is exclusively to be put on here.
I’m trying to decide what it should be.
Why have we, as a society, developed such a rabid fear of facing the consequences of our actions? Not all individuals are like that, of course, but far too many are! Every day I hear people at work (customer or coworkers) who claim that they should not have to face the consequences brought about by what they have chosen to do.
Isn’t that something we learned as children?
I think I am sliding into what promises/threatens to be a very deep depression. I can feel it coming and I really don’t know if I have the energy to fight against it.
As I sit here in my office, I can hear a few of my coworkers whining and bemoaning the fact that Obama won the election. They are actually stating that the United States is going to be destroyed now that we have a Democrat as president. They seem to forget that only one president ago, we had a Democrat in the White House.
And, of course, there are some who are terrified of the fact that the new president-elect has more pigment in his skin than they do.
Last night the grove had our Samhain observance. The ritual went very, very well and we had twelve people attending. Not a large group really, but not a bad number. Four of the people there were new, and I think they’ll be back; they seemed to enjoy the ritual quite a bit.
As if I’m not doing enough, how exactly did I let myself fall into a project of working on a grimoire-style collection of Druidic magics?
I just had someone here at work ask me who I was going to vote for. They wanted to know who I could vote for since I’m a “godless Pagan” and both the candidates – according to this person – want “my kind” removed from the country.
I’m not sure if I should laugh in contempt or cry in despair at the stupidity of some people.
Nothing like being stuck at home with an unexpected sinus condition to spawn some serious introspection. I have reached an unpleasant conclusion about my life: it bites. I am really tired of being alone. I just want to be able to share my life with someone. I don’t think that’s too much to ask, you see it all around. I don’t know why I can’t be one of those people who has someone in his life to be there for him and to be there for.
Of course, much of this self-pity-fest is due to the fact that I get rather pathetic and maudlin when I get sick.
I am now off work until next Wednesday. This is a very long weekend for me to attend DragonCon. I am looking forward to this. I could really use a good four-day period of fun.