I’m still horrified by Wednesday’s catastrophe. And I have moments of stomach-clenching dread about what happens next. Worried for myself and TYG because even though we’re a white, heterosexual couple in a blue area, this will affect us in lots of ways (a massive increase in inflation from Trump’s proposed tariffs, for instance). Horrified for what’s going to happen to gay people, immigrants, women as Republicans try to restore the white man’s absolute supremacy in America. Pissed off that while multiple countries have elected women to lead them in my lifetime, America can’t do it.
And yet, I’m much more functional than I expected to be. Much more than in 2016. Partly because I had deadlines to meet. Partly because having listened to Trump and the rabid dogs of his party on media and social media for the past eight years, listening to them crow about the evil they’ll do — well, it’s not like I shrug it off but it’s not shocking at all.
As to work, I got several small tasks done. I figured out how to change my sidebar in the WordPress system I’m currently using so I can once again keep switching around the books I promote there. I was going to submit two reprints to markets based on a website report that they took reprints …. got to the submission manager and no, they didn’t. Wasted effort.
And Draft2Digital informed me I sold one copy of Atlas Shagged and one of Atoms for Peace. Thanks y’all (I know the person who bought the latter, though I don’t think they follow this blog).
Monday I finally finished correcting Southern Discomfort. Now I have to go over the corrected manuscript and check for any errors that I made in the previous go-round (I’ve found some). And do it carefully and slowly enough (but not too slowly) that I don’t introduce fresh errors. Yes, that’s doable. It’s more work but the end is in sight.
I rewrote one chapter of Jekyll and Hyde which I’ll be reading to the writing group next week. The stress of the election meant I only caught one movie, The Nutty Professor — no, not the Jerry Lewis or Eddie Murphy versions but an animated 2008 sequel to the Lewis film.
I got two articles into The Local Reporter, one on Carrboro’s ongoing quest for affordable housing and one on a Carrboro support-the-veterans initiative. At Atomic Junk Shop I wrote about an idiot-plot Daredevil story, two Krypton-related stories and the demise of Mad Magazine paperbacks.
A good week workwise, sucky for America.
