Today was Writers’ Group, and I hadn’t written anything.
I’ve been too overwhelmed by the events of the world – of my country – to write anything. Even this blog, once filled with my personal ramblings, is now filled with random photographs, observations about computer games, and book reviews. I’m writing about things, not about me. I just can’t seem to accurately put my feelings into words.
The whole Group was there today – Russ, Mariah, Rebecca, Barbara, and me – and, of course, the main topic of our conversations was politics. (We are a very Liberal group.)
I am proud of Seattle, my city. These days, however, I feel like my city is holding a line against encroaching fascism. We, as a whole, are at the forefront of things that are really nobody’s business but our own – marriage, marijuana, public transit, and immigration. My nephew is worried right now that he will be deported if his marriage, currently legal, should become illegal with a single executive order. I love my city, and I hope we can hold on as long as we can.
I went to Writer’s Group today, but I didn’t go empty-handed. I brought my phone with me, and, with the Group’s approval, read some of those book reviews from my blog. That went over well.
I received an especially valuable piece of feedback, and I don’t remember who brought it up: I never really say who I think a book’s audience would be. It’s something I don’t typically think about when I’m reading a book. Specifically, who was The Impossible Fortress written for? It’s obviously a Young Adult novel, all about growing up. But, at the same time, it contains references to things only someone old enough to remember the 1980s would understand. Is this a fault, or a way to appeal to multiple audiences? It’s something I should consider as the Reading Challenge continues.