6.708. Reflections on a Monday Morning

Recently, I asked my partner the question: Why are most military novel antagonists and tricksters democrats? I was thinking about it in relation to Jack Carr’s The Terminal Man novel. The book casts the good guys as macho men, tough guys with very hot blonde wives, friends, and allies. It casts the bad guys as corporate dweebs, pencil pushers, and, to a person, democrats. The political divisiveness present makes me, not a republican, feel like I’m being lumped in with some nonsense. The us vs them separations and the generalized feeling that republicans are the only real Americans resonates throughout the text. It bugs and I wondered why.

She told me it is because of who the military lifers generally are, and damn if she isn’t right. Even the ideas of patriotism are often drawn in the us vs. them columns, leaving many who serve in the military to be recruited from places that are right-leaning. Left-leaning places are therefore only amplified as being the other when you have that many like-minded individuals and such a diligent command structure.

This is one of the many things that don’t tend to translate into my writing when developing future-leaning projects such as Shadowrun. Political divides magically disappear, because I am not forced to consider them. I think that, on the whole, it makes my writing less realistic, because I am not dealing with those things in any meaningful way. As I script out the next novel and next short story I find myself thinking that I need to lean in vs. lean away and truly tackle some of these concepts in a way that is reflective of the corporate dystopia we’ve created.

6.707. Reflections on a Sunday Night

Been thinking about death a lot lately. Maybe it is because I’m recognizing that I’m getting old and this journey will eventually end. It scares me still. Some days I think about rushing towards it. Others I am fighting to stay away from it as long as possible. It changes a lot and that has everything to do with the people I am around and the mental condition I am in. Honestly, I don’t think I am my best self mentally. I hope I can recover to some version of that self I am comfortable with. This version simply isn’t it, and I am deteriorating in multiple ways.

So, I need to get right. I need to do It sooner than later. I don’t have forever… that much I’ve figured out.

Some Thoughts:

  1. Just saw an incredible Toyota commercial. It really moved me. The beauty of it was they didn’t even feature a new truck. It was about a very old hand me down, and a voice mail from the driver’s father.
  2. Sis in law just left. It was good to see her. She’s a lot, I love her, and… she’s a lot. I’ve had two versions of her in my life for a long time, and one has disappeared from my life. This one hangs around and pops in from time to time kind of like a hurricane.

6.706. Freedom Friday

Rarely do I have a Friday where next to nothing is going on. This is a huge opportunity–to have such a day, as it indicates my life has hit a point where everything isn’t so batshit crazy that I can step back and breathe a sigh of relief. Of course this is an illusion. What I am doing is not listing and not focusing in on the things that need to be done. This too is part of a freedom Friday. you are allowed to forget that which you wish you could forget.

I wish I could forget being sick, because… damn.

I am looking forward to honing in on my writing in the next few weeks, because I have hit that sweet spot where school isn’t dragging me. It lasts for a few months in this fashion before I am dragged again. One side note on that being the small mountain of school business I’m conveniently pushing to next semester.

The pushing ought to stop. I gotta get a bunch of things in order so I can find some lasting peace and balance.