My own writing has stalled.
I made it through my year of writing a short story a week. I didn't get the extra two stories to make it 54 stories in my 54th year. But I did write 52 stories, and I wrote weekly during a very stressful year. Then I let myself have a week's vacation to regroup. I want to get most of those stories that I wrote last year out on submission to professional markets. And I want to switch my new content creation focus back to novel-length WIPs this year. I was sort of taking a prep week for those things, and a catch-up week for some non-writing things that had been neglected. Then, one week after my 54th birthday, Donald Trump was inaugurated. And my stress level went through the roof.
Last year I was mostly stressed for myself and my dog Shelby. There were larger problems too, for sure. Israel's genocidal campaign in Gaza. Russia's continued assault on Ukraine. Homelessness (which was my fear for myself and Shelby--but the problem is much larger than just the two of us). But world leaders were at least trying to make progress on those issues. And then Trump took office and in a single day undid most of the progress humanity has made in my lifetime with the stroke of a pen, and he's continued to be a wrecking ball for everything good every day since. I'm finding it next-to-impossible these days to concentrate on anything at all besides my terror not just for my own family but for the entire human species. We won't survive if we cannot find a way to stop him. And if we don't have the will to even try, maybe we don't deserve to.
Personally, I still would really like for our species to survive. I'd like for us to be worthy of surviving. So I've been speaking up. I've been speaking out. I refuse to be silenced. (Some fragile little Trumper butterflies have tried. They failed.) I campaigned for a month for a political candidate in my city who I know will be a strong voice against hatred and in favour of lifting everybody up. In a month's time, I may end up doing so again. (Provincial election here last month. Federal election coming up soon.) I've been trying, especially, to lift up Americans who are still fighting to be forces for good in our world. Because they're the ones on the front lines of that battle right now. They're the ones who need to do the heavy lifting to turn things around for all of us. And that is not easy. It's exhausting, sometimes terrifying work. It's hard to hold onto hope in the face of so much ugliness.
But we've done it before. We can do it again. The long course of human history demonstrates that things get better over time. We get better over time. We learn to love more, to cooperate more. We learn to better understand the interconnectedness of all life and therefore to move away from selfishness and towards caring, generosity, and cooperation. I still have hope that our current period of backsliding--as painful and severe as it is--will prove to be nothing more than a speed bump on humanity's greater journey of improvement, not the undoing of that journey.
So for seven weeks now my fiction writing has taken a backseat (a more accurate analogy would be: shoved out of the way completely into the trunk) to that larger battle. Some people have suggested to me: "Write for the joy of writing. Write to feed your own soul." And it's not bad advice. I feel exhausted by the battle sometimes too. I also need lifting up. But for me, forging community with others who are also in the trenches with me, and getting outside to enjoy nature, are both things that lift me up better than writing does. So when I'm not fighting in the trenches, that's mostly what I've been doing.
But I've not given up on writing completely. I do pick it up out of the trunk occasionally. One thing I've been meaning to share with you all here is that I've been participating this year in an online writing community called
DreamCasters. DreamCasters is run by the publishers of
DreamForge Magazine, an online and print magazine dedicated to publishing hopeful speculative fiction. DreamCasters is "a DreamForge discussion group devoted to helping our members improve their writing and storytelling through discussion and sharing expertise." Membership includes access to a private Discord server, monthly Zoom meetings, and some other perks. This month's meeting is this coming Sunday, March 9, at 1:00 PM Eastern Time (which will be Eastern Daylight Time, i.e.: UTC-4, by Sunday). The guest speaker for this month's meeting is James Wynn, an associate professor of English at Carnegie Mellon University, who will be speaking on the importance of considering space exploration and settlement from the perspective of colonialism. This feels to me like an especially pertinent topic given recent posturing coming out of the White House, and possibly of interest to others in our Bardic Circle. (Though the meetings are generally at unfavourable times for you,
@TopNotch .) If any are interested in checking out the meeting, and the DreamCasters group in general, there is a form on
this page you can use to request an invitation to attend the meeting for free as a guest.
This weekend's meeting topic is actually a central theme in my current novel-length WIP. Perhaps it will be the jump-start I need to get myself back into that project.