It’s easy to find things to be angry about.
All you really have to do is look around with
your eyes open.
I more or less wear my politics on my
sleeve and they very simply boil down to people over profit. That’s not as hard
to reconcile as you think with the industry I work in, although sometimes it’s more
difficult than I’d like it to be. But, people over profit is the primary thing.
It’s much more important to me that people are taking care of and that people,
generally speaking, put other people ahead of things.
You might guess it’s very frustrating for
me to live in North America right now, and while Ontario isn’t nearly as bad as
I regard the federal government in the United States, not yet, it’s not even
remotely as far behind as I would like. Ideology has its place, but, whether
any one particular person wants to admit it or not, not all ideas are not created
equal, and some ideas are just bad.
So it’s very, very easy for me to find
things to be angry about these days.
I don’t want to spend my life being angry,
however, so I want to find things to be happy about, and that’s a lot harder.
So I’m open about my politics, and my
particular flavor of lack of religious beliefs isn’t far behind, really. That
wasn’t always the case, but those are getting more open all the time and I’m
less concerned with what other people think of what I think, only that I’m
setting a good example for my family, friends, and the people around me.
But does my own ideology make it harder for
me to find things to be happy about? Does it set me up for probable failure
when I’m looking? Those are both questions I need to answer, but they don’t
mean that I need to change my ideology of her true (ideological changes should
come from ideological examination). It may mean I need to look harder, and it
may mean I need to get off my ass, stop complaining so much, and actually tried
to change the world.
All that is required for evil to triumph is
for good men to remain silent.
Silence helps the oppressor, not the
Silence implies agreement.
I’m not naïve. I recognize that my politics
and beliefs make their way to my writing. That’s normal, natural, and human. But
even when I’m writing a character who has viewpoints that are complete opposite
of mine, I do try to make that character sympathetic if they are the direct
antagonist or even if they are partially opposing the primary story arc of the
protagonist. Remembering that no one is the villain in their own story, I have put
mental guidelines in place to make sure that I’m not demonizing someone in the
story just because their character doesn’t look at the world the way I do in
the real world.
My blog is a place for me to be more open
and honest. So, to be frank, is social media. Politics and philosophy are both
fairly open for me and while I certainly believe in healthy discussion and rational
argument, I also believe that you can’t, and shouldn’t separate the art from
the artist. I tend to think that the stories that I write and put it there can
be enjoyed by anyone of any political, philosophical, or religious outlook.
It’s almost all genre fiction, so you need the suspension of disbelief,
recognizing that you’re not in the world as we know it. If you follow me personally
on social media, or read this blog, you get closer to the real me. A lot
closer, really, then anyone other than family and friends get. Until the time comes
when I push enough of my energy into the idea of open activism for causes I believe
to be important, it will be very easy for someone to read my stuff, enjoy it, and
find more of it, without ever coming here or to Facebook or Twitter or wherever
I might be hanging out electronically. But once you do, it will be a lot harder
to escape or ignore what I actually think about things.
So, if you’re reading this, you have a
couple choices. You can do something I can’t, separate the art from the artist,
pretend you never found what you’re reading, and enjoy myself fiction wherever
you find it.
Or you can decide we’re different enough
that you can’t possibly support me in any way. I’ll be okay with that, really.
Everyone needs to find their own path, see the world through their own eyes.
Or you can decide we’re not too far apart,
maybe have little interesting discussion here and there, hang around for a
while, read with me.
Or, I suppose, you can decide that I’m
completely right about everything, but that seems unlikely.
I think it’s actually considerably more
complex than any of those four choices, with as many variations as there are
readers. My preference? Whether or not the water is fine, it’s here. Maybe it’s
different. Maybe we could talk to each other about stuff, maybe we can teach each
other something. Come on in, the water is the water.
Be well, everyone.