So Many Changes

No surprise to any logical thinkers out there, 2013 arrived without the world ending. Or if it ended, it restarted without a hitch and with none of us any the wiser for its death. As far as apocalypse predictions went, this one was not nearly as fun as the rapture. I would have loved to have seen more pictures of the sort of people who had randomly disappeared and left their clothes behind.

Women might wish the world had ended if politicians and religious leaders keep pulling the same old bullshit they have been. Men who love women probably should feel the same way, but I have seen that for too many men, we are still some foreign creature that is somewhat human but not quite as human as they are. The heart of the problem is that people need to stop taking other people for granted regardless of biological sex, chosen gender, sexual preference, religion or lack thereof, nationality or ethnicity.

And for the love of sanity, can we please stop allowing churches and other religious groups to run countries, especially this one? That's why America was founded in the first place if people would bother to remember their bloody history. I love the land of the free and the home of the brave, but so much of America has lost that rebel, independent, spirit. Where's the outrage for that?

I suppose I'll stop politically ranting for five seconds. I'm just honestly heartsick for what has happened to my country.

Our former funeral director left and our new one starts this week. The rest of January is going to be a time of awkward transitions. We have a new funeral director who just moved to town and is going to be working with me tomorrow. With any luck, I'll be enrolled in my classes for the semester by Friday and pursuing some formal business administration training.

And in case you think I really haven't been writing, here's a tiny sneak peek from something I'm tentatively calling Deadly Nightshade:

"Belladonna Goodfellow pushed herself up from the floor slick with blood. Her head throbbed, her vision swam, and her thoughts came out as exclamatory clouds in her psychic coffee. Bent almost at the waist she swayed back and forth towards the front door and pushed her way to freedom."