I’m going out of town tomorrow for Christmas–back to Bitty Lake City, as per usual–and I will be in a house with five people who do not know the household wi-fi password. That means this is going up just before I pack my laptop up for the trip.
2016 has been a bit of a dumpster fire in so many ways, and the future is not looking so hot. I don’t really know what to say, when it comes down to it. I hope we all do have a very merry Christmas, but I know that for a lot of folks (including myself), it’s going to be hard. We’re going to worry. We’re going to be surrounded by people who voted for the Tangerine Nightmare. It’s hard to sparkle in the face of that.
But I am going to try. I’ll put my best face on, I’ll go to church Sunday morning (happily, the church I choose to attend now when I am home is much nicer than the one I grew up in, where my youth pastor informed me that all my Catholic friends were going to hell, to say nothing of the queers and adulterers). If falsehoods and fake “facts” are brought up by anyone anywhere, I’ll push back. I’ll go running on the boardwalk. I’ll eat my weight in crawfish étouffée. I’ll practice on Duolingo.
I won’t be writing my third book–because I finished writing it today, my God! first Christmas in three years that I won’t be actively hard at work on a book!–but I will probably be pecking at the next one I have planned.
I’ll put one foot in front of the other and keep as much of my life and myself normal and centered as I can, while still pushing back against what the Tangerine Nightmare wants us to accept as normal.
Merry Christmas? Perhaps not. But I will try. And I hope you will, too.