Has it really been over 3 months since I posted something here? It’s not that I’m lacking for ideas, but when I have ideas, I’m not near a computer, and when I’m near a computer, I have no ideas.
Also, my routine has changed. I got a job back in October, so rather than focus on writing and voice acting (which led to my series of posts covering SIFF DocFest), I find myself working on those two things at the periphery of my days, vying for attention with more relaxing ideas of how to spend my time. This is no different from my situation pre-pandemic, except that now I have mostly set hours that end earlier, which makes scheduling easier, if less flexible. And my workplace is closer to home, so no hour-long commutes by bus.
My personal life has also changed, as I’m now engaged. With the craziness surrounding Omicron and the virus that refuses to die, (helped in the U.S. by human apathy, conspiracy theories, and a society not built to handle pandemics and support oligarchs simultaneously), this engagement might be longer than we expect, but considering how long it takes to plan a wedding (including how far-out venues are booked due to all the postponed dates in 2020 and 2021), I’m hopeful that some semblance of normal will have returned by 2023, though hopefully it’ll be better than the normal that existed before (no, we’re not gonna forget that people who worked from home last year don’t need to come into the office next year, or that everyone should have health insurance, or that essential workers should be paid a living wage, or that vaccines shouldn’t be patented, or that rich people only contribute to society in showing us how much they don’t contribute to society, or that there are better ways to deal with emergency situations than increasing the number of police, or that Black Lives Matter, or that women should have unfettered access to abortions, or that voting rights matter, or that copyright law needs to be fixed, or that fair use needs to be protected online).
Still, I am hopeful. I am hopeful because I know that nothing lasts. Eventually, we’ll have to reckon with these things because if we don’t, we’ll be the thing that doesn’t last.
Dreams of Literary Grandeur 