When I first thought about writing a book, my entire focus was on the story. Secondary was the structure of the story; writing it, the necessary steps of editing, how is it printed or distributed. My only thought was the story. I now spend most of my time dealing with and thinking about everything but the story. This is not a good thing.
What success I have had was based on the stories, the characters, the humor, the dog—you get the picture.
When writing fiction, the story is the core of everything. Good stories come from the imagination. There may be some facts supporting the story, but it is mostly made-up. Those occasional facts help tie the made-up portions together to have a coherent story line.
I’m currently exploring ways to spend more time on the story line and characters and less on the process. I will keep you informed.
While thinking about my writing, it occurred to me there was another “profession” that had stumbled out of its core proficiencies. Politics is now being controlled by people not interested in leading, legislating or improving everyone’s lives. It has become a strange entertainment business that only entertains its existing market. Preaching to the choir used to be a criticism, now it is a requirement.
This new class of politician not only is spreading lies, gossip, and some of the most bizarre conspiracies that have ever been uttered, but they advocate the destruction of the group’s enemies—usually their neighbors. The objective of these so-called leaders is to eliminate anyone who does not believe what ever craziness they have currently adopted.
At first, I thought this was merely an attempt to steal from gullible people who have no other way to connect to normal human beings. It was the beginning of a minor political party dedicated to the crazies. It would live on the fringes and offer a good example of why only sane people should be elected to office. They would never have real power.
I was wrong. Why people will believe some of this nonsense is beyond me. Maybe it’s a class thing? I’m so powerless in the real world I would rather live in this strange made-up bizzarro world. Maybe it is the desire to belong to something, anything. I want a group where I feel accepted. Hey, how about those whackos, they send me a lot of stuff saying I’m welcome. They also believe my failures are not my fault but something some insider politician did; can’t remember what, but it had something to do with sex.
Okay, I’m joining these people and we will take back the country from ……………(?) All we need is plenty of guns and the world will be fixed and all those elite bastards will be in Guantanamo (or someplace bad). No more will I be small, I’ll run the world!
To have all that power, just send your money to ………………….: or by my gold stocks, or by my survival gear, or………………
The real politicians, the ones who used to run the country, are totally lost. They have no idea how to compete. Should they become crazy too? Can you pretend to be crazy, and no one will notice? Or maybe just go back to being a hack attorney in Oklahoma representing the crazy folks back home?
But the money. THE MONEY! So, even the somewhat sane politicians are looking at one of their nuttier chamber members who just raised some amazing amount of money in one quarter. Almost all that money coming not from the poor people back in the district but nationwide with a few foreigners tossed in. Wow, millions and millions and that person is a certifiable idiot. I think I want some of that!
Now even “normal” politicians have decided to join the side-show and immediately begin shopping for a bigger house. Everyone is happy, except for many citizens of the country who can’t figure out how these people keep getting elected. Most citizens want a country ran without all the noise but with a more efficient and responsive government. Why isn’t that happening?
Those “normal” folks are starting to suspect a conspiracy!









