I am so sorry. I am in tears. Our fundamental democracy has been shattered, and the satanistic king has overthrown all we know and has created a dictatorship. WHY does no one stop him. WHY does no one recognize what is happening. What happened to all the law makers who swore to uphold the values of our country. The law makers we trusted and voted in. Now, this manaical person is firing the FBI because they investigated and prosecuted him when he broke multitudes of laws four years ago. How can sane human beings still support this monster who cares nothing about you… this monster who threatens every constitutional right within our country’s constitution. The maniacal person who threatens every belief, every foundation our country was built upon. I cannot stop the tears. I am appalled that the senate and the congress have not stood up, stood together and said ENOUGH! The person has deep ties with Russia, with Putin… soon we will wake up and no longer be the United States of America. We will be an extention of the Soviet Socialist Republic. Hitler’s troops will march in our streets, and we will be treated as the Jewish people were not so long ago. I am afraid. I am afraid to write this, I am afraid to say this, I am afraid for my life. Yet, I am an American citizen, and while I still have the freedom of speech, I will speak.
I wrote a poem many years ago when the Vietnam War was raging… I don’t remember it all, but it ended with Don’t listen to their lies… I know even that war’s horrific atrocities pale in comparison to what is happening today, right now, to our United States of America. Be afraid. Be very afraid. Your leader is Adolf Hitler. His comrad has already flashed the nazi sign as he accepted his post.
As tears stream down my face, I feel so small. I do not know how or why no one is speaking up and saying “ENOUGH!” IMPEACHMENT is necessary. IMPEACHMENT is our only hope. Stop the madness. Do not bury your head in the sand. Wake up and smell the flesh burning. We must take responsibility and respond to what is happening. We must stop the insanity…. or all hope of survival will be lost…
May God be with us and for us in this moment of despair.
Ruminating
Good evening, Thank you so much for dropping by my page. My name is Susan K. Earl, and I am a writer. All my life, at least as far back as I can remember, I have woven stories and “imagined” my characters living life to the fullest. I used to tell my youngest brother all of my imaginary stories all the time. He’s ten years younger than me. When he was born, my mom handed him to me and said, “Take care of him.” That may sound strange, but my youngest sister was mentally handicapped and took up all my mom’s time. I would sit out in the glider with my baby brother, sing to him, and tell him all my imaginings and all the stories floating in my mind. Until he was five, almost six, he had a permanent place next to me. Then we moved far away from all I’d known, which made me very unhappy. At this point, I passed him on to the care of my 14 year old sister. I doubt he remembers his time in my care, but I do… I spun my dreams, my stories, and my songs all to this little boy. He was my captive audience, and I was a teenager with dreams. I don’t see him much anymore, and now he seems to feel he needs to motivate and help me be a better writer. I appreciate this, but I don’t really write the same way he does. Everything I write comes from deep inside myself, it blooms and grows, and it becomes a part of who I am… almost like giving birth. I’ve written poems, short stories, novels… and everything I write comes from my heart, my imaginings, and from some historical research. My favorite genre to write is historical fiction… just plain old storytelling with a bit of history of the day thrown in. Moon Dance takes readers back to a place and time almost a hundred years ago… which drops readers into a young teen’s hopes and dreams of the future, of finding true love, of family, and of surviving during the Great Depression. This book won several awards when it was first released in 2010. I had great hopes for it, and it did very well when it first came out. In 2014, I released my second award-winning novel, and this book is why I decided to pour myself out in this post. This book is also about hopes, dreams, and finding a place filled with love, hope, and a future. In both novels, I tell the story in two voices. For some reason, this modality suits me. Right after Moon Dance was published, my husband suffered a tramatic brain injury. This hindered my ability to go forth and promote my books. I lost him in 2017. Since his passing, I really hadn’t written anything until about a year ago. I started a new novel, and it seemed to write itself at first. Then life stepped in, and I put it aside for awhile. It is supposed to come out this month, and even though it is almost complete, I have not been able to get back to editing and revising this novel for the publisher. If you’ve seen the cover teaser I put up a month or so ago, you’ll notice the genre is mystery rather than history. I hope you’ll bear with me, and when it comes out, please take a chance and give it a read. While you’re waiting for this novel, I’d love it if you’d give Moon Dance and Ghost of Johanna a read. If you’ve read either of my novels, I’d appreciate hearing your review. Well, I’ve talked far too long. Thank you for listening, and I’d love to hear from you sometime!
Blessings,
Susan
Fear and Loathing in the USA Continues
I made a mistake. I made the mistake of watching John Stewart’s daily show. As I watched, I became more and more distressed and fearful. On his show, it showed Musk as he accepted his position in our United States government. As he exited the stage, he gave the nazi salute. It’s been two hours since I watched this, and my stomach is still tied up in knots. My father and my uncle gave up their peaceful lives of growing up farm boys in a loving family to defend freedom, to defend the world from the madness of Adolf Hitler. They gave willingly and freely to save our country, our allies from the evil perpetrators who stalked, imprisoned, killed millions, and strove to overtake humankind. And know, please know, the holocaust was real.
As I watched this evil manifestation accept his office in my United States of America, as I watched him flaunt the hail Hitler salute, I became so ill and so angered.
Why and how has this happened? People are like hungry sheep. He is wealthy, he pretended to care about them, he handed out money, money, money… the root of all evil. Remember, the newly elected president is married to a Russian. His children are of Russian descent. His chosen cabinet is a bunch of rich fools who will bankroll him and support the overthrow of the United States of America.
Do not laugh. Do not think this is not happening. The dump has proclaimed over and over that he won’t just be in charge for four years because he can change that rule.
His money bought your vote, but I promise, the only thing you will get in return is pain. His hatred and distaste for all who are not bowing down to him is very evident. If you voted for him, you voted for death to our United States of America. I pray soooo hard that I am wrong. But when a pick of his has the audacity to give a hail Hitler salute after being sworn in… God help the United States of America. We have been blessed for many years. Our soldiers have protected us, but now, the enemy is inside. Now, the enemy lurks within. Now, I am mortally afraid.
Strong words, strong message… but this behavior can not be ignored.
Impact Alert
I am a great procrastinator. People who know me are quite familiar with my failing. Procrastination is happening right now. My latest purposeful writing project has been staring at me for the last month. It’s almost finished, almost ready to go to the publisher, almost just where I want it to be. However, I can not motivate myself to finish the task. I can’t remember a time that I didn’t write… short stories, poetry… my first novela at fifteen. Yet, now I procrastinate. My first published novel, Moon Dance, took me five plus years to complete. It was truly a work of heart. My second published novel, Ghost of Johanna, took a bit over two years. Both novels became award winning books, and I am eternally grateful to those who read, reviewed, and acknowledged my work. During all the accolades of “winning awards,” a tragedy occurred. A young girl stole a neighbor’s car, ran a redlight, and crashed the stolen car into the driver’s door of my husband’s Honda Del Sol. He sustained a traumatic brain injury, which shut down our lives for seven years. After seven years of doctors, hospitals, and all the “stuff” that must be done in an effort to save a life, to the detriment of my heart, he passed away. Over the next few years, I wasn’t able to write. Exhaustion, self-pity, sadness captured my heart and held me captive for a time. Then, one lazy afternoon, as I sat outside watching the dogs run and play, an idea snuck into my mind. I sat there daydreaming for at least an hour. Then, excited with the ideas scrolling through my head, I grabbed my tablet and jotted down the synopsis for my next novel. Two years later, I had two novels in the works. As the novels developed, they cried out to be one. I pondered on this for quite a while, and then one day a month or two ago, the merge just fell together. Unexpectedly, this novel now follows the same pattern as Moon Dance and Ghost of Johanna. Both of these novels are told in two voices, two perspectives. I hope that my latest novel, Where Secrets Lie, will peak your interest and keep you reading. It should have been ready for release at the end of January. However, my rewrites and procrastination tendencies have slowed the process. Now, I will set a goal for April or May. It may be sooner, or it may be later, but it will be one day in the next few months. While you wait for Where Secrets Lie, I hope you will take a chance and read Moon Dance and Ghost of Johanna. Thank you for reading this post. It was not the post I planned to write tonight, but then again, this is what usually happens when I make plans.
Blessings, Susan K. Earl
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It’s a Wonderful Life, Isn’t It?
One of my most favorite Christmas movies is the very old classic Jimmy Stewart movie, It’s a Wonderful Life. Every year, it’s the first Christmas movie I watch. This movie reminds me to have hope, believe in the goodness of others, and to stand up for what is right. I usually post something new each year in retrospect of all the past year has brought. However, I reread an old post, and I decided to dust it off and share it once more. I wish you all a blessed and happy Christmas season.
Reflections
What grace we are given to live each day, to touch others’ lives, and to be touched by the lives of those around us. The Christmas season is always a time of reflection for me. How did I make a difference in the lives of my family, my friends, or even of strangers whose paths have crossed with mine? Did I help them along in their journey through life, or did I hinder their growth in some way?
I have always been a very traditional person. I treasure the values and the truths instilled in me since childhood. I love the traditional candlelight services at Church on Christmas Eve, spending the holidays with family and friends, and I even take special pleasure in giving and receiving gifts. Yet, in the midst of
celebration, I often wonder why and how my life is important in the grand scheme of God’s plan.
There have been numerous books written and movies made that help the lead character examine how the world would be different if they had not been a part of it. Of course, one of my very favorites is Frank Capra’s “It’s a Wonderful Life”. To some, this movie is slow, outdated, a good film to fall asleep to, or to poke fun at. Although, for me, this movie seeks to help us all understand how even the smallest kindness or the least likely encounter can truly change another person’s life.
We are given but a short span of time to carry out God’s plan .We live our lives each day taking it for granted that we will still be around the next day, the next moment, the next second. This is the way we should live our lives, not in fear of death, but in pursuit of life and of life everlasting. I can think back through the many relationships and friendships I’ve built in my life and know that not only have I impacted their lives, but they have also left their imprint upon mine. Some moments I would love to be able to go back and “do over”. There are words I’ve regretted saying and words I’ve regretted not saying. Sometimes, a chance to share only comes around once, and then is forever gone.
Each day, we are offered opportunities to change lives, to show the love of Christ to others, and to give of ourselves. Should we accost each person we meet and try to force our beliefs upon them? Would this make a difference, or would it scare others away? If we follow in the footsteps of Christ, we can see the pattern his life took. He gave freely of himself each day. His love was not overt, not pushy, but through simple acts of kindness, he drew multitudes to their knees. Christ performed many miracles in his short reign on Earth, but to me, it was his honesty, his kindness, his spirit of love that drew his disciples to follow him.
I believe in miracles. I believe they happen every moment. I believe my very existence is a miracle of grace. Through this grace I too must offer God’s love to those around me. It might be a mere smile or even opening a door for someone. At times, it might be redirecting someone’s footsteps back along the path of righteousness.
I am not a prophet, I am most definitely not a perfect person, I am merely a small breath of God’s love that exists in his world. And though I strive to follow in his footsteps, I often stumble. Yet, as I reflect back over my “wonderful life” I realize that even through many times of trouble and many times of joy, it is how I cope with each event that reflects to the world the person I am in Christ. As I travel through each day of my life, I can offer my friends and family the love that lives within me through Christ. To those lives mine gently brushes, I can offer small acts of kindness to share a little glow of Christ’s love with them.
And so, as my ramble concludes, I offer these simple yet powerful words as my Christmas gift to you.
New International Version (©1984)
“For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have everlasting life.”
A very Merry Christmas & blessings to all,
Susan
Chaos Theory
What creates peace? What creates chaos? Are these two concepts mutually exclusive? It’s something to ponder on. There are many events that have taken place in the recent past that signify a chaotic world. We can analyze, justify, sit down and cry, or turn away and plead ignorance.
You may ask how these elements combine. I must admit it can be a puzzle… unless you look at it from a different perspective. Tonight, this central theory of chaos and peace lifted its head and unfolded right in my living room.
This evening, as I settled in for a hopefully peaceful evening, I gazed around the room and noticed that, at least for the moment, our two year old and one year old pups were quiet and sleeping peacefully. At this moment, the theory of peace filled our home.
Feeling satisfied within this quiet, peaceful moment, I settled down to work on my novel. A feeling of contentment filled me as I leaned deeper into the sofa’s soft cushions and began reviewing my most recent edits. Unfortunately, at a most inopportune moment, the doorbell rang, and the theory of chaos raised its raucous voice.
The once peaceful evening exploded into the chaotic discourse of puppy talk. One pup barked her repetitive tune at an ear-splitting volume. The other first tried to outdo his sister’s earsplitting volume. Then he started his grumbles as he attempted his “people speak.”
By the time I finally made it through the tangle of dogs and answered the door, no one stood outside, only a package awaited on the doorstep. Disappointed, the pups defensive barking dwindled to weak growls and grumbles. Within a matter of minutes, it dissolved into an utterly still silence.
As I settled back to work, a deep silence surrounded me. The only sound heard was the turning of a page and the ticking of the clock. I sighed for peace had been restored… at least for the moment.
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Remembering …Veteran’s Day
On Veteran’s Day may we all remember those who gave of themselves to keep us free. This year, let us all remember the brave men and women who fought, gave of themselves, and gave their lives to keep our country strong and free. I pray we remain the country of the free and the brave. The country my father, my uncles, and my husband fought for… ❤️🩹
More Wanderings and Wonderings
Yesterday, I read another blogger’s post about the question of aging. It really intrigued me because every day, we all get a day older.
This blogger proposed that in today’s world, people are living into their upper 80’s, 90’s, and 100’s, so why is it that one is barely happily adjusted to middle age, and then as soon as he or she hits 60, they are old, useless, and ready for retirement.
A very sad thought to ponder on. However, is 60 the beginning of “old age”? For many, this question may seem nonsensical. However, it is definitely a question that needs to be addressed.
The blogger pointedly asked why this select age classification still exists. Why would anyone want to spend a third of their lives being labeled useless and old? The answer is, they don’t. This blogger stated that the age span currently relied upon was put into place almost a hundred years ago when the average life span was 60 to 70 years old. Undoubtedly, we need a new perspective, a new purpose, and a different viewpoint for our lives. In today’s world, people need to stop thinking in terms of 20-year differentials and find new classifications for life and longevity.
According to the blogger, classifications currently define age in this time span: child and youth (up to age 20); young adult (20 to 40); middle-aged (40 to 60); old age (over 60).
So, the question posed today is why does society impose an unspoken rule that one’s usefulness in life stops at 60? For decades, people have looked forward to retirement. However, the reality within today’s world is that many people can not afford to retire. Another reality is that not everyone is ready for retirement. For many, work creates an opportunity for interaction with others, and it provides more funds for travel and fun adventures now and later when a person decides to retire.
Let’s ponder this thought. As the lifespan increases, the outdated classifications need to be changed or just dropped. Seriously, why does one’s life have to be classified by age? The author of the blog proposed that we find a new measurement for this evolving age range, such as youth: 0-20, young adult: 20-50, middle-aged (50-80), and as yet unnamed generation (80-120). Coming up with a name for this awesome generation is hard. Many within this age range survived the great depression, WWII, and a plethora of hardships, so those now in the 80+ age range might be labeled heroes. However, as each younger generation ages, someone will eventually discover the perfect unique acronym for those 80+… not old, not aged, not antiques. Perhaps…. you can come up with a name…
As for me, I’m going to do a little research to discover the original post that sparked my interest on this subject. If or when I find it, I’ll share it on my blog.
Blessings to all my young and young at heart readers!
SKE
So…You Want to Write a Book 