What do you do with a day like today, when it looks like your most dystopian fiction is bound to be left in the dust by reality? I just don't know. Part of me feels like there isn't much point in trying to be creative in the face of the knowledge that a large percentage of the people around me have proven themselves to be hateful, bigoted fools. (I feel safe in saying that here because I'm nearly 100% positive that anybody who enjoys my books couldn't possibly be a Trump supporter. If you are, you don't understand what I'm writing about and I don't need your readership.)

I don't really have anything to say about this mess that hasn't been said by many other people, probably better. But... I'm going to keep trying. After all this time, I don't know what else to do.

I'm really tired though.