Tsunami

This isn't a soap box entry, but so many of you tell Jon and I that you use the blog as your wake-up or good-night to the web that I've been trying not to put things on that are truly depressing. I mean who wants something that brings you down to the be one of the first, or last things you see of a day, or night. So most of the heavy blogs are going to be moved here.

So if you don't want to talk about serious stuff stop reading now.
Last chance. Okay, you were warned.

The tsunami disaster. For days after it happened, I didn't know about it. When the book is going well and the deadline is very close, Darla protects Jon and I from some news. When I am working like this I don't watch the news, or read newspapers, or even go near a magazine rack. I avoid anything that may ruin my train of thought, or interfere too much with the mind set I need to do what I do. Darla used to give bits of the news to Jon, but if it was bad enough I'd pick up on it, so she stopped sharing with either of us. At my request, because of if it was horrible enough it would take me days to be able to write again, or write any amount of pages. So, in a way, I live in a bit of a bubble. I have to say that it is one of the few parts of the whole artist mind-set that I can't deny. You need a little bit of an ivory tower, or the world becomes too heavy.

But some news is so heavy that it can't be hidden. Last I heard the death toil is something upwards of a 100,000 thousand and climbing. I've asked Darla to put up a notice that when we are certain who to send money to, so that it will get to the survivors the quickest, we will run an auction. Though neither of us is sure what to auction. We, like the world in general, have been caught off-guard by the enormity of it all.

I don't know what to say to all the people out there that have lost so much, and are still waiting for help, for hope, for news. If it is of any comfort, our thoughts and prays are with you.

Darla will let you know on the web site about the auction when we get it up and running. Other than that, be good to one another, and do what you can not just for those who were devastated by this disaster but for those closer to home, as well. Let us take care of eachother, for we are the hands that God has made to do His work.

Post Election Blog

We’ve been unable to post to the blog for days. We’re having problems with the server on bloggers end. Jonathon is working to try and figure out what’s up. So if you get this – great. If you don’t we’ll keep trying. I’m at least writing this in word so if the computer gods eat it, I don’t have to try and reproduce it. I had a nearly three page blog that got eaten. So discouraging. I won’t even talk about the election. I think we’ve all had enough of it. I know I have.

Cold here, not autumn but wintery. Time to get out the heavy leather coats. Still trying to finish up the fourth Merry book, A STROKE OF MIDNIGHT. We’re in the end game, but it’s a long damned end game. I am ready for either a break or to start on the next Anita book. Lucky thirteen. A fan gave us dubs of music on tour, said, if I liked them please buy the originals. BREAKING BENJAMIN, both the two c. d.s I could find. That’s what I’m listening to today, and yesterday. I’ved found that Merry writes better if I pay more attention to my appearance. Merry just isn’t a jeans and t-shirt kind of girl. Especially when just putting a nicer shirt and a pair of boots on dresses up the jeans. I guess I can’t argue. Since I’ve been dressing more for the ‘office’ I’m averaging ten pages a day. If wearing a little bit of make up and a nicer shirt and jewelry does it for Merry, then I’m not argueing. Today I’m sort of dressed half way between the two series. Nice black jeans, but white comfy tennis shoes (Nike had stopped making their all black jogging shoes), a white t-shirt with penguins on it, and a quote that says, “Wilderness . . . the permanent home of the human spirit.” By Joseph Wood Krutch. But I’ve got a tailored black suit jacket over it all, a little bright red lipstick, a touch of eye-liner, frankly left over from yesterday. Merry seems okay with the look, and it looks surprisingly good together. Anita simply does not care. Funny, I’d tried everything in my office to get Merry to play better with me, and what she actually wanted was a little more effort on my part. Frankly, when we first got back from tour Jonathon and I were strickly t-shirt, jeans, and jogging shoes. Merry let me get away with it for awhile, but the honeymoon’s over, back to work.

Why haven’t I mentioned the election? Because I assume that allof you are as tired of it as we are. I hear that Kerry will give his speech at 1:00 our time to give the victory to Bush. They tell us to go to the polls and vote, but by this afternoon there will still be votes uncounted in some states. Some of our servicemen and women had to have their absentee votes resent to them, so their votes were post marked last night. No way are they all here to be counted. It’s not about who won, or lost, not about this. What it’s about is they tell us every vote counts, then they don’t count them. Shame on them. I know if I was risking my life for my country I would feel pretty bad if my vote never even got counted. Some people stood in line for hours here in the states, and now all that effort and time, did it matter? Both sides seem to be saying, no, it didn’t matter. I think that’s a pretty sad message to send out to America. Sorry, I guess this is a little bit of a soap box.

And The Winner Is...

And it all goes to show that yet another election is going to drag on for days.

Its Election Day, so go and ....

VOTE!

I don't feel very soap boxy today, but I do want to say how sad I was that amendment 2 passed in Missouri. That we're voting to tell people who they can marry just seems . . . unAmerican.

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