A bit of Somber Humbleness


I was going to post something else today, something about the writing process I have surprised myself with writing book #2.  I am setting that aside in sight of what happened in Boston, Massachusetts  USA.  I am certain most have heard at this point of the explosions, deaths, and injuries at the finish line of a marathon being run, I believe for Alzheimer’s but I’m still sifting through all the facts before making any assumption.

My first thought was shock, then confusion, followed by the most venomous anger, finally ending at a decent place in myself.  As bad as the situation was, and good grief anything of such hatefulness if done by a person is a bad situation indeed, the good to bad ratio was still significant.  

Let me clarify.  Everything is foggy, but we do know deaths and injuries. Suspects, question mark to most of us, reasons are unknown. Thoughts should go out to the lost ones, the hurt ones, the loved ones, the confused ones.  I want to extend that.  I want good thoughts for the people on the scene first to help.  All Emergency response, all the fast acting people, all the blood donors, all the caretakers, every single one of those need be thought about and looked after in thoughts or prayers or whatever a person does during a time like this.  

Tomorrow will be another day and hopefully a better day for the bulk of those people and we will, as a human race, keep moving forward being strong, smart, and through everything else be survivors.  Tomorrow will bring forth new concerns, new measures, new information.  Terrorist, single incident, what the reasoning was, everything will come to fruit leaving only confusion in its place no matter the answer.

There is good out there, just look for it even in the most unlikely place and do not give up on humanity just yet.  I am waiting to see how it will be, though.  


Am I a Blogger or an author?

It seems I have morphed into two separate people.  My blog, oddly, has very little to do with my writing. At this point it seems almost like a little extra something here and there.  I don’t blog constantly and oh I wish I could, but there is only so much I can talk about isn’t there?  Yay I get my work out, yay one thing or another. Those come on occasion.

But what really happens when I blog? Usually its at an odd hour of the night because I have this odd thing about staying up way past my bedtime. When I do it is out of curiosity or frustration or just downright head-scratching.

So here’s the thing, I have come to love both in one way or another, but I am certain someone could do a better job than I.  I started off trying to get things off the ground, like many early writers do I went to the *gasp* internet. I swear it was not around when I needed it way back when. It says do this, then that, and before doing another thing don’t forget to one and carry the two and….math and technology. Bloody hell. “Set up a blog” they say. Sure I did that. But it is supposed to be attached to my author page? Or should it BE my author page? No matter what it meant I’ve done it now and I can only cross my fingers it is somewhat easy to navigate. I like easy. Easy is great. No fuss, no muss.

Marketing, yes that’s what it was supposed to be for. I remember now. How good a job am I doing at marketing when I’m just rambling around like someone who’s had one too many a drink and ready to break out the Irish drinking songs.  Now it doesn’t seem to matter. I think I’m getting a fit, even if it’s not my original intent I like reading blogs, I like rambling. The dog and cat only listen so much and we won’t even talk about anybody else for fear of the look of death.