Today was a fiction writing day. I made some good progress on the plot. But I was stymied on an aspect of the story that only recently occurred to me. What I realized is that one of my main characters doesn’t have enough back story. He has a reasonably well-defined personality but he’s floating alone in his little bubble of the story. I need to tell the readers why he is the way he is. So, I started making up this past in my head but then I realized I need a way to have him tell this info to the readers. That’s an awful lot of exposition. So, what I’ll do is come up with a situation where the protagonist and this character are involved in some scene where they’re trapped together and forced to wait for some crisis to pass and that’s when I’ll have them swap histories. To make it more natural I’ll have them both talking about their pasts. In the context of both of them not knowing if they’re about to be killed it makes it a little more likely, emotionally, for them to be talking about their lives.
And one other problem remains. Where does the story end? This will be a series of books and I want to end the first book with a bang but I have to make sure that the empire will be able to strike back. So, I have to leave enough villains to allow them to regroup. Maybe there’s more to this writing thing than I thought.
I saw a news article that said that the FBI took Trump’s passports. Isn’t that just too cute of them? Apparently, they’re pulling out all the stops. I think that’s good. November should be the perfect storm. We should know for sure whether there’s any hope of fixing the system. And if the Deep State commits themselves to every banana republic tactic and holds nothing back then we’ll have no doubt about whether this is our best-case scenario. If the mid-terms aren’t a referendum on Biden’s incompetence and the Deep State’s unconstitutional behavior then there is no conceivable way, we’ll ever push them out of power. And it doesn’t matter whether it’s an honest election or not. A loss for us either way says to me that it’s all over.
And I don’t say that in a melodramatic way. On Wednesday November 9th if the Democrats still hold the House and Senate, I won’t be donning sackcloth and sifting ashes into my hair. I won’t even put a for sale sign up in front of the Compound. But I will be weighing my options and making some changes. After all, living in a country that is run by an oligarchy that is proven to have an unshakeable lock on the levers of power and is also clearly working to disenfranchise your family isn’t necessarily the best option, even if it is the richest and most powerful country on the planet and has always been your home.
So, I’ll think long and hard about what’s best for me and mine. I’m sure I’ll have plenty of company in that contemplation. The 2020 election fraud was a shock. But with the COVID lockdown being used to allow all kinds of irregularities it left a question as to whether the fraud could be reined in afterward. If it’s repeated this year then it can be repeated indefinitely. If the Justice Department can run two kinds of “justice” then we’ve already ceased to be a legitimate state. So, many people will be reflecting on these facts.
But, enough of that gloomy talk. Tomorrow is Liz Cheney’s Primary Day. I intend to enjoy that event to its fullest. Maybe she’ll give a tearful concession speech or a defiant vow to be back on top someday soon. But either way I will savor the moment. Quoting Khan Noonien Singh (or actually Herman Melville) “to the last I grapple with thee; from hell’s heart I stab at thee; for hate’s sake I spit my last breath at thee,” I revel in the spite inherent in punishing the RINOs. It’s the only thing that we can do to redress the injuries these people inflict on us every day. The least we can do is celebrate their defeat.