Assembling Order

I am going to switch gears in my writing back to the  blogs. Facebook is beginning to feel like a project with no closure.  Like a huge manufacturing plant that has thousands of workers and intricate bells and whistles and computer screens and in  the end of the process....  nothing is produced at all... except a hard days work.

I am so pressured by the current events that every moment to myself is stolen.   If I am not doing something that is advancing my work, I feel like I am letting people down.   I have done that enough in this life.  Often not by my own design, but often enough.


I have been gaining more perspective on how to tell my tale in a way that documents the phenomena.  I am not sure why I continue to do this, really.  I am not hopeful about my writing.  I used to have every reason to be before a factor I never considered entered into my career track and put up an armed roadblock.  Repression.   I should have expected scrutiny,  but I also expected to be asked about intentions, and to be able to clarify my beliefs within the laws of my land    I would never promote terrorism.   Or murder.  Or assassination.  Or robbery.   I don't have any romantic notions about any of those things.   They haunt my comedy as a defensive mechanism,, to keep from feeling so much empathy with the victimized that I curl up and die....  which I thought was going to happen to me from time to time in my over-dramatic way.

They have the reverse of a spotlight on me... and plenty of cameras to catch every shadow.   That is the life that became real....  came out of nightmares worse than any I ever had -- pollyanna raised and born enough to write any kind of bad poetry for any occasion with actual heart felt words.   A hallmark card attribute I use too often.

I am ready to compile the writing from facebook into a couple new files, and sort through and think about the prose I will use between them, what to expand.   The phrases by the Elite I am going to keep up.