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Archive for September, 2011

Ten Years Gone

It's been ten years since they murdered 3,000 of us.

Ten years since I watched the television, horrified and nauseated but unable to turn away, as the towers collapsed.

Ten years since my beloved America lost its mind.

Ten years since we abandoned our principles because they had become inconvenient.

Ten years since men and women who would normally know better began rationalizing and defending torture.

Ten years since demagogues and unscrupulous men used the attacks to justify an unprecedented power grab they have since refused to relinquish.

Ten years since we sacrificed essential liberty for temporary security, deserving neither.

Ten years since we dove headfirst into an ocean of paranoia.

Ten years since we surrendered to terror.

Ten years since we lost our way.

As Bruce Springsteen promised, it's gonna be a long walk home.

I hope you'll pardon me if I find it an anniversary I'd rather not commemorate.

Progress Report, in which I temper my enthusiasm

Still in dream time on the new novel project, tentatively titled Apocalypse Pictures Presents.  As I reported last week, I now know how the thing's going to open, which seems to have unlocked a few doors.  I'm learning interesting stuff daily, which is kinda fun.  I'm actually tempted to jump in with actual drafting right now, which is rather optimistic of me, but hey, time's a-wastin'.

Still, I think I should temper that enthusiasm.  I could just see myself banging out the first chapter and then stopping dead.  I mean, hell, none of my characters even have names yet.

So yeah.  I'm thinking a bit more prep work needs to be done.  Just a tad.

Write Club update:  Tier one reject from Daily Science Fiction.  Response time, 25 days.

Onward . . .