We Can Be OK After November 5th
No matter how crushed we are by the results
God, do I feel good.
It’s been six months since I’ve written a Medium article or paid inordinate attention to the daily news. I now realize how debilitating was my addiction to punditry and newsistry.
The hours I was spending on reading about, listening to, and writing on the news of the day were replaced by the completion of my third reality fiction novel, Estate.
Estate is in the hands of beta readers now, and the early returns are good. I’m certain it’s going to be a help to the millions facing the death of a parent today and in the coming years. That’s the sort of thing that can be more meaningful than politics.
I don’t live in a battleground state, and still the Presidential quarrels are everywhere. My family and I spent a day in Pennsylvania this summer. Political entreaties were on billboards, barn roofs, and in public bathrooms. I can imagine that today, a week before the election, every other inch of the state is plastered with Trump and Harris ads. Those poor people. They can hardly think.
It’s the clearer thinking that I have come to cherish. And the less polluted feelings. Feeling without the undue influence paid for by Committees to Elect one candidate or the other.
