Rummblings and Mummblings

I often wonder how we can fix America, fix this world; I think about it all the time really, so much so, that many nights it keeps me up, and lately has consumed much of the conversations that I’ve had with others. The usual conclusion is that we can’t, we’re fucked.

Lately, I’ve been thinking we’re not as bad off as I thought. Yes, our political landscape doesn’t look so hot, and who knows where our overseas agendas lay, but here, at home, we have a chance. I say that because I see people everyday working their asses off to try and make this place better for those around them. I see parents raising beautiful, brilliant, fantastical children. I see young humans helping older, more frail humans. I see almost magical new discoveries in science and innovation daily. And I see problem solving in small groups, that breed thoughts and ideas that turn into life changing actions.

So here is what I think we can do: Quit bitching and take action. Make yourself better. Be the best person you can be. Be healthy, be fit in mind, body and spirit, then help others achieve that same goal. Stop worrying about what the things that you can’t change, and work on the ones you can. Take a good look at yourself, a real look. Are you happy with what you see? Can you be better? How can you possible think to change the world around you if you aren’t the change yourself?


Be better, because you aren’t helpless



The write life

Have you ever had one of those moments when you are so involved in what you are doing, that everything else around you melts into oblivion? It’s like that moment you knew you were in love. It could have been on a knobby green hill, floating away on a first kiss. Maybe a dance, when you swear your feet never touched the floor. It’s like making love; being so close that both your sweaty bodies feel as if they are romping together as one.

Well there are not many times that we have the opportunity to run away like this, but it does happen. For me, after the falling in love, and sex bit, it is writing. Yes, sometimes it happens when I’m working out, or doing a competition, but with writing I escape and live in a world that makes me have to fight to come back to my home plane. There are times when I have the rare opportunity of getting so lost, that I wake up when I’m done, not showered, starving, and lost as to where the days went.

I finished a recent manuscript, that I was trying to get finished and submitted to a publisher during an open submission period, and I missed it. I missed it by a mere matter of minutes. My fault, it was stupid. I did, however, finish a story that was so much fun writing, I am going to continue to get lost in it, and at some point invite others to get lost in it too.

Hope yo get lost today, in all the right ways.