But the rest of us need a little respite. Those of you for whom it’s all respite feel free to share your secrets, but I warn you, radioactive material from outer space with power-enhancing abilities is kinda tough to come by these days. I mean if you think laser sharks have a waiting list…
But I digress.
And that’s the point. If we don’t digress here and there with all that’s happening right now, we will shatter into dust so fine it doesn’t even sparkle. Who wants to be non-sparkle dust?
Not me. That’s who.
For those of us who write, disappearing into a world of our own making can be an incredible relief. It can also feel like an expensive luxury when every bit of news feels so important, every new affront and danger needs to be spread spread spread. But it’s not a luxury.
It’s not an indulgence. Writing is work, it is always work, but just because that work comes with an enjoyable side, it doesn’t turn it sinful.
Now, more than ever, we need to allow ourselves the room to express our ideas. We need to give ourselves permission.
Now I just have to take my own advice.
For more on my thoughts about Charlottesville and rising bigotry, please read An Open Letter to My Friends of Color.
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