I'd originally planned to be releasing Resurrected in a couple of weeks. I tried to have Ravaged ready to be released by February 1.
Neither is going to happen.
I'm frustrated beyond all measure at the moment. On one side are my health issues. Endocrine breakdown exacerbates Seasonal Effective Disorder. My Vitamin D levels drop, which cause fatigue. Supplements barely make a dent, and with the overabundance of clouds and rain this winter, natural Vitamin D production is very low. So I tend to depend too much on caffeine in an effort to feel normal, which isn't a good thing either.
Then there's the other stuff that's stressing me out.
Yeah, I know no one wants to hear entertainers talk politics. Yeah, I know some you will be pissed off and swear never to read my books again. Yeah, I know I might be ruining my writing career.
But a long time ago, I swore an oath to defend the Constitution of the United States of American.
Not once, but three times.
Hell, I can still recite the preamble from memory.
Now, I'm seeing people in our government blatantly ignoring due process, betraying intelligence resources, and putting our armed forces at risk.
I'm not taking party sides. They've both equally guilty of putting party interests before the interests of the people they are supposed to be representing.
Darling Husband and I had a long talk last night about my reactivating one of my law licenses and doing volunteer work. It would mean putting writing aside once again for Goddess knows how long. DH made the comment that sometimes art has a greater effect on people than legal action. I said people in jail aren't going to be reading my books.
His answer: The people being detained aren't the ones who I need to be communicating with.
So what's the right answer?
There isn't one. Not for me anyway. I'm reassured that whatever decision I make, DH will support it. All I can do is figure out what's best for everyone.
A Response Letter…
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