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It feels like years since I last posted, but it’s only been a few months. Let’s see…summer was great (minus the insane wildfires…yeah, no climate change here *rolls eyes*), the USA political situation is still a dumpster fire, and The Boy has started another year of homeschool which keeps me insanely busy. In other words, not much has changed and life has been status quo for the most part.

I’ve continued to work hard at staying away from the news, and I can say that it’s had a positive effect on my life in that I don’t get stressed out as much, but there is a palpable sense of gloom in the energy of the world that’s impossible to ignore.

Probably the most interesting side effect of all this crap going on, is it’s forced me to re-evaluate the kind of stories I want to write. A couple of years ago, all I could dream about was an epic magnum opus spanning four-thousand years and two star-crossed lovers amidst a dramatic adventure plot. Now? Not so much. I can’t imagine how anyone could live that long, and witness the vastness of human stupidity as civilizations continue to make the same mistakes over, and over ad nauseam. If someone told me that we could all become immortal tomorrow, all I can say is: Kill. Me. Now.

I mean it’s a fascinating concept, and I’m sure that the scientists are on the verge of creating tech that’ll give us a major life-span extension, but not hundreds or thousands of years’ worth. Good thing too, because I just don’t think it’s possible to live happily ever after knowing that it’s never gonna end. It hurts my brain to imagine how exhausting it would be to have lived from say the days of Mesopotamia to now. Thrilling in some ways yes, but damn…I’m jaded and anti-social now. Can you imagine how bad I’d be after four thousand years?

Thankfully, I won’t have to worry about it, but it does make me wonder about how The Boy’s generation is going to handle people living longer in an already overpopulated world. It’s probably no coincidence that his favourite genre of fiction is Dystopian, and he’s thought about it enough to have decided that if there’s a zombie apocalypse, he’ll take my car to get away, but he will have to leave me behind. He said, “I’m sorry, Mom. It would make me sad, but you’d just slow me down”.

Kids…gotta love ’em.