Trumpatorium

I started yesterday morning laughing because Larry Flynt offered $10 million for information that would lead to the impeachment and removal of Donald J. Trump as POTUS. I'm not a Hustler fan and Flynt reminds me of Jabba the Hut, but it just made me laugh--with joy. This morning, I watched as the Moron in the White House was caught out in another lie which he tried to walk back with "I was told" as his excuse for having belittled former presidents. He's so mean-spirited and vindictive, using false blame as a way of deflecting any possible criticism, that Our Fearless Tweeter makes me ill. 

​So, in the interest of my own emotional well-being, and thereby the emotional well-being of my writing and, by extrapolation, the emotional well-being of the world, I'm taking a leave of absence from the media. For a month, I will not watch the news, read the news, or talk about the news. Important things will happen during the month, but my hypothesis is that I won't be adversely affected by my ignorance. My thought is that I will notice other things instead; give my energy to seeing what is real instead of what I am told is real. I told my two year-old grandson to steer clear of coloring books with lines, not to let them limit what he creates. Time to follow my own advice. 
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​I miss having a positive outlook on life and I notice it in my writing. My third book is becoming too grim and when I try to lighten it up, I have nothing to pull from. If I'm not watching horrific fires in my backyard, the Moron in the White House, the pain of those suffering loss from the hurricanes, the anger of the women abused by Harvey Weinstein, maybe all that energy will go elsewhere. Maybe into the ether, maybe into growth.