Unsettled

It’s been awhile.

When we last spoke, I was still in England, nervous, preparing for campaign work. I knew it would take up my time, and so I took a break. Not writing scratched at me, though – I found myself confined to twitter threads stolen over lunchtime, and late night discussions once I got off work. I have been dying to write.

I have also been struggling to write, particularly in this space. I’ve got new work (that I’ll be announcing soon-ish) and a new book to work on. And we have the impending Trump administration, which, let’s be honest, is taking up a little more of my time than I’d planned. I’d hoped to be celebrating a woman president this week. Instead, I’m in my dad’s living room, typing away as a blizzard goes by outside, hoping against hope that a Trump presidency won’t kill all my friends.

That’s not an exaggeration, by the way. I think we’ve been taught over the past couple of decades of 24 hour news cycles and BREAKING NEWS alerts about the banal that warnings of impending doom are overblown, hyperbolic, more fear than truth. We’ve compared so many people to Hitler that someone actually hiring people who think Hitler had good ideas reads as hyperbolic fearmongering. At least to the masses. It’s hard to articulate to people who don’t pay attention to political philosophy, who don’t have degrees in this shit, why, exactly, people freaking out about Trump is canyons different from people freaking out about Obama. “You’re just upset that you lost. He won’t be as bad as you think.” We’ve spent so long in our two party system saying that “both sides” are equal that when one side went radically hard into fascism, we shrugged our shoulders and told our family members off for being hyperbolic.

I’m worried. I’m selfishly worried about my own life – my health care access, my career as a writer, my ability to move freely. But I’m white and I’ll probably be okay. I don’t know what’s going to happen to my friends though. I don’t know what’s going to happen to my disabled brother’s support system. I don’t know what’s going to happen to my friends who are in the midst of immigrating here, or my friends who are already here. I have indications, and I have worries. But that’s all I have at the moment.

I’m in the midst of personal transition in my life as well – I was in England, then Iowa, now South Dakota, and, if everything works out, I’ll soon be settling in Minnesota. There’s a lot of work to do in a very short period of time. I’m shaping out what I want blog posts to look like in the future.

Here’s what I do know:

Ask Away Wednesdays are coming back. Shoot me questions for next week at this link.

I am still very tired. Be patient with me as I’m trying to juggle a whole lot of stuff at once.

I’ve missed you all. Welcome back.

Dianna Anderson