The Curious Case of Charlottesville and the White Supremacist Super Girl.

I've been composing and re-composing this is my head for a while. Long enough, in fact, that it may actually be too late to do any good. The news cycle has moved on and everyone is now talking about Harvey and Houston, and all related things. But this remains important. So... Sorry for not posting this earlier I guess. I have excuses. They are all lame.

So Charlottesville happened. There are a few conflicting about what exactly happened, who did what, etc. The only details that matter to me personally is that a group of people marched on a church yelling and chanting "Jews will not replace us." A woman lost her life. If they aren't actually racist or white supremacist, they've chosen to counted among those that openly are. The fact that I have to point out how is bad, troubles me.

Shortly after, my Facebook feed was flooded with "Oh God. I knew one of them." I won't lie. I wasn't really surprised. My mind went through a list of people. Most of them were the "Heritage not Hate" crowd- which I sort of respect in a kind of misguided way, and then there were the Fox News watchers who thought BLM was a terrorist organization or whatever.

But no...

It was that woman I kind of sort of knew from the Dragon Con scene that hung out with the photographer dude and cosplayed Super Girl. A long series of "seriously?" and "The fuck?" came out of mouth and  I was overcome by a profound sadness.  

Evil doesn't always look like evil. Maybe I don't have anything to say about it.

Day 23.... Where in I remember that I was doing the thing, and kind of admit defeat.

I'm not really broken up about it. I have been more consistent in my writing in the last- how ever long it's been, since May 18, than I have been in  a while. And I feel fairly good about  that.

Marlow's Tale:
I think I've reached a point where I have to actively know where it's going, and I'm not sure I do. I guess I do. The image of the next scene is pretty clear. A random person reading this would have no idea what I'm talking about. This blog is just so  I'm accountable to myself, I guess.

But that's not what I want to talk about. What I want to talk about deserves it's own post. So that's what I'm going to do.

Words are not  flowing like they should- or at least like how I want them to. I spent Saturday and Sunday with my wife, and didn't really make time for writing. Fuck it. "Write Every Day" is a lie. Or at least it's a gross exaggeration.

Nazis. Seriously, man. Nazis. What the fuck kind of world do we live in where I have to get upset about Nazis? Like, we haven't made them comic book villains enough over the course of my lifetime.

Day Seven of doing the thing.

I seem to have missed two days. I am determined to not care.


So I'm wearing a kilt everyday in the month of October to raise money for Heifer International. I also seem to be doing a fair amount of goofing off on social media about kilts. I'm not really sure what else to say about that. It baffles me how much a garment can form communities. But it does...

I swear I've written more today, but it's not worth sharing. The worth sharing might be the tricky part.

I'm suddenly up to my eyeballs in kilted social media.

Um...
Day Four of writing a page a day.  So very close to not happening. It's 11.03. I'm not quite willing to call the whole thing a failed experiment.
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The Book of Writerly Wisdom:
How to Choose Your Satellite Office.

Sometimes you have to get out of the house, and there's no better way of shredding that pesky impostor syndrome than to setting up your laptop at a coffee house and letting everyone know you're a writer. I like to go that extra step further. I put on pictures of family and a plastic potted plant. I figure if you're gonna do it, really occupy the space.

Wi-Fi
There are two kinds of writers- no, that's not right. There are many kinds of writers but for the sake of this exercise, there are the kind that need to be connected to the internet for research or cloud media storage, or there's the kind that needs to be not distracted by those things. I tend to fluctuate wildly between the two. Know which you are at any given time, and you'll be fine. Also,  you probably have a phone. You don't *need* WiFi, I say in an attempt to convince myself.

The ability to hang out.
For the most part, we're talking about  businesses here. Although, I will happily point out that libraries have most of what you'll need, and don't charge $5 for coffee. Point being, businesses tend to want you do your thing, spend money and leave. Servers get paid in tips, and people damping out in their section kills that.

Restrooms.
Yep. At some point you're going to have to pee. You'll want to choose a satellite office that you can conceivably leave your stuff in attended for the appropriate amount of time.

Caffeine
Because..  Caffeine

Power outlets.
Unless you have a really good battery.

...

I'm calling that a page.
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Today's writing was done. It was about two pages in the Marlow story, and I'm not going to post it. That is all.