Tuesday, April 16, 2013
Sorry to Interrupt the Normal Programming...
I've been working both of my jobs almost daily for weeks now. I hardly get time to see my husband, let alone get to Curves to exercise. And writing? Hah! I'm working on a book, but can't keep up with promoting the last one, let alone the one due out in May, so which should I ignore in order to write? ARGH!
Then I got a review this week that was critical of my most recent book, Mayan Prophecy Fulfilled, because the reviewer thought I was too critical of the human race and she took offense at my supposedly "talking down" to her. Really? I don't think it's possible to talk down enough to beings who can produce someone whose zealotry is so all-encompassing that he (and they're almost always men) thinks placing bombs in public places to kill innocent people, including children, is a good idea. All of my kids are runners, and one son just ran a half-marathon Sunday, after running the Detroit Marathon 2 years in a row. All I can think of is the horror of a beautiful day out in Boston, celebrating the wonder of what the human body is capable of, being destroyed by the dark minds of those who think murder is a great way to call attention to whatever cause it is they feel to be more important than the rights of others to continue living.
In my book I attempted to imagine a world where intelligence is valued, and thinking logically was catching on as a good way to live. People were making peace across races, nationalities and religions, as they recognized our mutual humanity and that we either all survive together, or we'll all perish together. And this extends to the aliens who return after being away for over 5,000 years. We don't immediately start shooting at them, or trying to vivisect one of them. We talk to them and listen to them. We use our brains and figure out a solution to our mutual problems that involves compromise. Silly me. I guess in our world that's almost heresy. We're so recently crawled out of the primordial ooze from which we evolved that we still have the muck on ourselves...and some of the slime still lives among us.
I'm sorry that this post is so depressing, but after working a 15-hour day at both jobs, the news today was devastating. I cry to Heaven and ask "why?" There's never an answer. I write fiction novels. I tried to imagine a world in which intelligence could rule for a change. Forgive me for being such an optimistic idiot. It may be possible someday, but not today. No, certainly...not today.