I’LL ADMIT IT; I’ve spent very little time working on the books lately. Hardlly a day goes by that I don’t receive an email or two asking about the next installment of The Laodicea Chronicles, but — honestly — it’s difficult to spend time working in a fictional world when so much is taking place in the real one.
Anyone watching politics has to wonder at the mystique surrounding Barack Obama. Each time I watch him speak, I’m torn between mesmerism and horror. On the one hand, the man from Illinois appears to have all the right answers (non-substantive though those answers might sometimes be), and you can’t deny he’s more rock-star than politician. The horror sets in when I realize this is just the kind of adoration he garners. It defies reason.
And that’s the horrifying part. As to writing, I plan on spending this weekend with shortened nails and a coffee-stoked brain. Eden, Indiana — here I come. This real world is a bit too much.