It’s official: no one cares about book blogs in Trump’s America.
I’m exaggerating a little, of course. After all, you’re here. But the fact is that our daily page views are lower than they’ve been since the pre-Outlander years. For myself, I haven’t read more than 20 pages of the same book since Election Day – unless you count that I read the first 20 pages of Gods without Men twice.
What I have done is write. Holy crap, have I been writing. And planning to write. And jotting down first lines and last lines and metaphors and character names and opening scenes and strangely aggressive little nuggets like this:
Yes, the election of Donald Trump has made me question the judgment and decency of somewhat less than half of my fellow Americans, and it has also made me consider the possibility that I have been seeking answers in the wrong places – that we all have, and that relearning where to look for answers is our central task from here on out. But on a personal note, the confusion of the past week has made me want to get busy. Finish revising the novel and write like a million more. Compose first drafts of short stories in the Notes section of my phone. Seek out collaborators. Try out new genres. Dust off my iambic pentameter. And maybe, on occasion, finish something.
And by finish something, I am not referring to the Obnoxiously Orange scarf, which is still plugging along at the rate of a few rows a day. But it makes a nice backdrop for my Kindle in the photo, no? J.D. Vance’s Hillbilly Elegy comes highly recommended, and I’m enjoying it so far. I’ve read exactly 20 pages.
Yarn Along is hosted by Ginny on her beautiful blog, Small Things.