Thursday, September 01, 2005

While Rome Burns

Along with Holly, Debra, and many others, I find myself hurt, angry, and bewildered by the international response to the human catastrophe left in Hurricane Katrina's wake. Just let me say up front: "THANK YOU" to Canada and Switzerland for actually getting off their asses and doing something useful. Meanwhile the rest of the world sneers at the inefficient system of levees that failed, blames us for bringing this on ourselves by contributing to global warming, and snickers at the mighty United States finally getting its comeuppance.

These are the same people who were so terribly quick to whine and cry when they thought we didn't respond fast enough to the tsunami disaster in Asia. These are the same people who come running with outstretched hands whenever disaster strikes their own people. These are the same people who expect nothing more than quick response and total rebuilding from us when they need it. Now that Americans are dead and dying, where are they? How much money have other countries put into relief efforts in an attempt to alleviate human suffering among the victims?

Don't they owe us for the money, blood, and lives we have spent over the years in our efforts to help the less fortunate? Well, no. We didn't help them in order to enslave them or obligate anyone to anything. We have not forced out aid on anyone, neither have we charged interest or issued IOU's.

I am, of course, not speaking of the upper levels of our government when I say that. As a child of the Sixties, and a witness to Watergate, Iran-Contra, Lewinski, and all the other sordid goings-on in Washington, I have a deeply cynical and quite bitter view of our leaders. No, I'm talking about the people who put their own money and lives on the line. The thousands of Red Cross and Peace Corps VOLUNTEERS, the thousands of U.S. VOLUNTEER soldiers, sailors, Marines, and airmen who stand ready to go anywhere in the world to help and ask nothing in return.
Not even respect, because they know they won't get it. What they will get is spit on, shot at, cursed, and beaten. Yet they go. They go where they are most needed. They toil in conditions that even animals avoid. The suffer and sweat, they bleed, even die, and expect nothing in return. They don't do this for personal gain or glory. They do it because it's the right thing to do. It's the honorable thing to do.

Just as Talyn Wyran av Tiirsha dryn Straad put aside all thought of herself, her taak, and the Tonk to do the honorable thing and stand up for another human in his hour of need, a man sworn her enemy, a man she had every reason to hate, a man she could have just let die and been held blameless, so should we all look to our honor at times like this. "Inasmuch as ye have done it unto the least of these," said Jesus, "ye have done it unto me." He didn't say "help your own countrymen and laugh at everybody else", he didn't say "turn your back and tend your own garden when people need help". He also didn't mean to do it because he would be pissed if you didn't. He said it because it's right, it's honorable, it's what we should do.

No one owes us for all the help we have given them over the years. That was not a loan. It was a gift, a gift from our heart. To have that gift thrown back into our faces now hurts us, it angers us, it saddens us. Will we then refuse our help when it's needed again? No. We'll sigh, we'll shoulder our packs and march off to be reviled and abused once again for doing the right thing. Why? Because it's the right thing to do, because our honor demands it of us, because we cannot do otherwise, because we're humans. Because we're Americans.

May whatever God there is have mercy on those in Louisiana, Mississippi, and Alabama that need It's help now more than ever. Please use the links at the top of the sidebar to help in any way you can.

Tuesday, August 30, 2005


"Sea Change" first draft is complete at 4222 words. After I let it cool for a day or two, I'll go back and add some foreshadowing of the unexpected events that cropped up along the way and a tad of necessary backstory. After editing for long-windedness and passive voice (both longstanding bugaboos of mine), I expect to see it somewhere around 4500 words.

Now the question is what to work on next: somewthing out of my personal slush pile or something new? I do have some novel notes I need to commit to paper and an idea on how to rewrite the first chapter to give it a good hook, especially the all-important first scene. I shall think about it tomorrow, for, after all, tomorrow is another day.

Latest Blog Changes

There's a new item in the sidebar just under the hit counter. It's a cool Javascript from OnceWritten that generates some extremely odd and hilarious writing prompts. I like just reading them and refreshing the screen. I've been LMAO since I came across this one. Enjoy.

I also added Blogger's new anti-spam feature to the comments. It's a pain in the ass, I know. It is for me, too, but it's worth it to block the crap. It only takes a couple of morons to ruin things for everybody.

Monday, August 29, 2005

Wasted Weekend

So Saturday afternoon I decided to finally sit down and fix all the DLL version conflicts that have been aggravating me for the past...ummm...6 years. My system is Windows 95 upgraded to Win98 upgraded again to Win 98SE. Yeah, it was a mess. And no, I'm not going to get 2000 or XP or whatever-the-Hell-piece-of-shit Microsoft is pushing today. 98SE is mostly stable, and I can work around the few glitches it does have, and it has all the features and does everyting I need an operating system to do which is mostly stay the Hell out of my way. So there. :-b

Anyway. Anybody that's been around Winduhs can guess how this went. NOT TOO GOOD!!! Let's just say that I got everything more or less working before I left for work this afternoon. Actually, just about everything is working way better than before, including some software that I had never been able to get working until now. Maybe it was all worth while.

Problem. I seem to have lost all formatting in my Word documents. The text is still there, but all bold, italics, tabs, headers, etc. is gone. All of it. Luckily, this doesn't affect my manuscripts, because I long ago made a template using Courier New 12 and all the fancy substitutions turned off. A lot easier to cut and paste into Web forms that way. Oh well, it's done now, and it only too most of 3 days. Whew!

Needless to say (but I'm going to say it anyway. It's my blog and I'll do what I want), I got crap done on any writing. "Sea Change" is at a critical point right now. I think I need one more scene to push Brent right to the edge. The cards have been trying to tell me something, but I'm just not getting it. I'll keep trying tonight and in the morning.

Also trying to get some plants started for the fall garden. Everything except peppers and okra is pretty well played out now, and it's time to start getting cool-weather stuff ready. It's just awful hard to get out and do garden work in this heat. Ugh.