I normally try very hard to avoid politics and big news stories on this blog, for a lot of reasons, chiefly that this is supposed to be a place about my writing mostly, with a little about music and books I really like. I’m not going to start changing that now. All I want to say is that this has been an epically awful day, that my heart goes out to the injured, the living struggling to cope, those who lost their lives and the victims’ families. I’ve spent most of today more or less hiding from the internet because every time I see anything about what happened, I want to cry, and sometimes I do. I can’t help it. I feel for the suffering of others.
People have asked me a number of times over the years why I read fantasy and, at the risk of climbing onto the soap box, this kind of shit is exactly why. I wanted to escape, from my life and this world. I no longer feel the need to check out of my life for a little while that way, but from the world? All too frequently and growing more so every day. Yes, bad shit happens in stories, including in mine, but things turn out all right most of the time, and at least in my books (and those of many authors I enjoy), I know there’s a purpose to the suffering. I’ve never been able to say that about the world. On days like today, I despair of ever being able to, let alone living in a world where unnecessary pain like this doesn’t happen to people.
Give me fictional worlds. Today, I’ve had enough of ours.
I’m going to go write, because I just can’t deal with this anymore.