To My New Blogging Year

On my second Blogversary, I find myself trying to get myself together. I’ve been through a couple of schedule changes over the past year, one of them quite recent and pretty drastic. My current schedule is by far the best, but change takes time to take hold.
Adding to my stress is being alone in my house with three crazy furballs. My fiance is away at the moment dealing with family business. I can’t wait to have her back even if it’s just to distract these lunatics for a little while.
Right now I want to take a little time for reflection. I’ve focused much of my writing, both published and otherwise, on looking over my life and the lessons I’ve learned.
It seems every day a new scandal arises involving predatory sexual behavior. While I advocate for justice, I wonder if we have set ourselves up with the expectation that destroying everyone who has committed such acts will cure the problem. I fear we will accomplish no such thing.
Growing up I was repeatedly taught to push for things sexually with girls, and this lesson even came from some women I admired. I sometimes made women uncomfortable and did things I regret. Were I not so naturally shy, I fear I would’ve done much worse things than I did. I don’t excuse myself. I am responsible for my actions, but changing the culture that encourages such behavior will take far more than ruining the careers of everyone who has engaged in such misogyny.
So in this next year I hope to do more reflecting and working more and more at being someone better. I have a couple of submissions in the works that may or may not advance that mission. Hopefully, I can also find more work from others that help me with that as well.
So here’s to my new blogging year. “May she be a damn sight better than the old one…”
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Meandering Musings Week 32, 2017

I’m working on writing a few things. It feels good to write on a regular basis again after a long and horrible case of writer’s block. I’m not sure if any of it will see the light of day, but it feels good to actually do the work. In the meantime, here are some scattered thoughts.

I have done a horrible job of keeping up on reading, but here is something everyone should read from Leslie at Normal Is Out There. Suicide is not something to joke about, fool around with, or fake. It’s a very serious matter and should be treated as such.

I’ve been asked to write about the proposed military transgender ban. That is among the things I’m working on. You might think it’s breaching my vow not to write about politics, but this is more than a political matter.

There are two things you can count on in a crisis: First is a reminder of Heath Ledger’s classic Joker line, “Everyone just loses their minds.” That leads to people showing you what they’re made of and where their priorities lie. I saw a video on social media arguing that the Joker merely tries to show the world that their priority is always self-interest. So I’m kind of talking out loud to myself (in written form) to remind myself to write about that some day. (Now that’s an odd-looking sentence. Perhaps I’ve lost my mind.)

I’m working on another solo podcast episode where I’ll touch on a few (not necessarily related) topics including Colin Kaepernick, thought policing, and Eric Bolling. That last one will lead to a favorite subject of many of my blogging buddies: dick pics.

I Saw Her Again (Flash Fiction)

Somehow I scraped out some time to do a little something for the latest Carrot Ranch Communications prompt.

I Saw Her Again

I ran into her the other day. She looked great. She got divorced and quit smoking a few years ago. I don’t think I’ve ever seen her look so happy and healthy. We talked and laughed just like we used to all those years ago. No topic was off-limits. No joke was too tasteless. She was just as brilliant and funny as I remembered. Somehow I hadn’t realized how much I missed her. Suddenly it occurred to me in all the excitement I had forgotten to hug her. So I reached over to her…
And then I woke up.