I keep thinking that I really should be on at least one major social network if my monthly sales are ever going to be more than some people might spend on a couple of lattes. I’ve tried, but I just can’t hack it. I signed up for G+ again last week, determined to give it a try, and deleted everything within a couple of hours. It’s just too much, too vague in its intent and uses, and seems to me to be nothing more than a slightly cleaned up version of Facebook. So that’s over, thank goodness. Back to work, with mild regrets for the time wasted.
Books have been pouring in faster than I can read them, so I won’t be buying anymore for a while. It’s a good time to go on a buying diet since summer is well and truly here now, and that means a big dent in my budget for the air conditioning that keeps me alive.
Every now and then, on a forum or a blog, someone starts a conversation about how our characters touch our emotions. I admit to getting kind of weepy when characters are well-written enough for me to really feel their plight. But they’re not real people! And I know how easy it is to manipulate people’s empathy, provided they have any heart at all. But then there are the real people I’m reading about and trying to write about, and their plight makes me wonder why the hell I’m wasting my emotions on people who don’t even exist.
Set Me Free is already proving to be much more difficult to write than any fiction I’ve tackled. And not just write, but research. Injustice and the abuse of people who have no way to fight back have always been triggers for me, as far back as I can remember. So there are days when I have to take the work in small doses because I’m too overwhelmed. I’ve been neglecting the fiction lately, but I’m beginning to look at it as an antidote, or a temporary escape from the intensity of reading about the waste of human life that is a result of a barbaric, corrupt, and politically motivated justice system. So maybe The Warden will get finished even though it isn’t a high priority right now.