Hope Lost, for now

Last week we learned what many of us feared – half of people in the US worship a grotesquely disgusting creep. They voted him into the office of US president. Hate won.

Like many who envisioned a bright future ahead, with leaders who lifted people up instead of punching them down, that hope has been crushed. Electing Harris would have been the first step on the road to a positive future.

Most Trump supporters are very proud of their bigotry and wear self-identifying t-shirts and hats. I live in a mostly blue area of Washington. For me personally, the worst part is certain internet communities I’m a member of. Knowing there’s a 50/50 chance that any person I interact with there is a Trump supporter saddens me deeply.

Why? If you voted for Trump, this is what that says to me (and the blue half of the US) about who you are:

  • You are a white supremacist. You could never vote for an extremely well qualified black woman over an extremely unqualified white male reality show host.
  • You enjoy the idea of anyone who isn’t white enough getting deported, regardless of their immigration status.
  • You are a fascist (but too stupid to recognize what fascism is).
  • You are a misogynist, and your hate includes all women, even your own daughters. You don’t care if they die from treatable medical emergencies. If you are a woman, you especially hate yourself. To you, women are not human beings, they are property.
  • You approve of rapists. Like Trump, you believe men are entitled to use women’s bodies however they wish and have probably acted accordingly.
  • You are ableist.
  • You are homophobic.
  • You are transphobic and obsessed with other people’s genitals, especially school children’s.
  • You are too stupid to understand that unless you are very wealthy, you will not be the exception.
  • You have no empathy at all.
Photo of the Seattle Japanese Gardens, Washington Park Arboretum, in November 2024
Seattle Japanese Gardens, Washington Park Arboretum

This is where a lot of bloggers outline their plan for coping and taking action. I still have hope for the future, but I don’t have a plan.

Yet.

I vote because I have hope for the future

And I hope you will too.

I’m fortunate to live in Washington State for many reasons. As the national elections loom ever closer, one of those reasons is that this is a state with mail-in voting.

A writer friend told me about Vote Forward.

Vote Forward is a 501(c)(4) nonprofit that organizes volunteers to send non-partisan hand-written notes to potential voters to encourage them to vote.

I just finished writing/preparing a bundle of twenty letters and signed up for another twenty.

Vote, friends. Our future depends on all of us.

Letter bundle for Vote Forward

Are Blogs Obsolete?

Does anyone actually read blogs anymore?


Back in April 2012 when I started this blog, I was authoritatively (pun intended) assured that if I wanted to be a published author, I MUST have a blog. All I had to do was choose a theme, produce useful and valuable content, and build a following.


Right.


My last blog post was almost five years ago. Things have changed so much in that time. In regard to an online presence, nowadays with TikTok and YouTube and Instagram, and a myriad of other content creator venues, this sort of personal blog is probably outdated. I’ve given some thought to just deleting this blog, but instead I’m going to reboot it.


I’m not sure what the content will be yet. Could be book reviews, thoughts about world events, or hobbies. We’ll see.


But mostly I’ll be writing a blog for the same reason I write fiction – for my own amusement.

A coyote visitor to my neighborhood.

Tabaxi Inspiration

A while back my table-top group decided to play an out-of-the-box Dungeons & Dragons campaign. It had been a very long time since I last checked out D&D (we used the GURPS system for five years), and I was intrigued by the Fifth Edition (5e) new playable races. The tabaxi, a cat-like humanoid race in particular.

So, as you do when you’re a writer and you love roleplaying games like I do, I wrote a D&D fanfiction story about my character’s backstory. You can read it here: Dream of Starlight on Still Water

I also did something I’d never done before. I bought and painted miniatures!

photo of tabaxi DnD miniatures with quarter to show size
‘Miniature’ is an understatement

photo of tabaxi DnD miniature with hood before and after painting
before and after painting

photo of tabaxi DnD miniature with daggers extended before and after painting
before and after painting

NaNoWriMo 2015 update, day 8

Here it is, day 8 of Nanowrimo. To be on target for getting to 50,000 words by November 30th, I should have written 13,333 words by now. I’m at 9000. Catching up is not impossible. Just improbable, for me.

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I am learning some valuable lessons about my writing process.

Lesson One: After midnight is not a productive time for me to write. Lots of people begin NaNoWriMo at 12:01am on November 1st. A friend and I decided to do that, even though we’d never tried it before, just because October 31st was on a Saturday this year and we could. At 11:30pm we were both ready for bed. Between 12:01 and 1am I got about 300 words. I definitely won’t be doing that again.

Lesson Two: My outline is extremely helpful. I am so happy I took the time to really think about the story beforehand. I am still changing as I go, but I am much more confident that I won’t write myself into a corner, or that a thousand story-threads won’t burst from one chapter like tiny spiders from an egg sac.

Lesson Three: I started NaNoWriMo intending to prioritize coherent words over abundant words. I knew that would slow down my word count. Today I went to a write-in and worked pretty consistently for four hours, and only wrote 1700 words. I’ve decided that I am okay with not “winning” NaNoWriMo this year. Finishing the first draft of my novel is what I really want to win.

Lesson Four: I am most productive outside of my home, without family and household chores to distract. I really do my best in a coffee shop. I bring headphones and even if someone next to me is having a loud conversation, I’m not bothered.

What have you learned about your writing process from participating in NaNoWriMo?

Another Teddy Post

Yes, this is another blog post about my dog.
My kids occasionally entertain themselves and me by saying what they think our dog, Teddy, is thinking. Speaking in a voice that sounds to me like Dexter in an animated show called “Dexter’s laboratory.”
Now I find myself imagining what Teddy is thinking.

Teddy:
Where is boss-Mom going? The room where they keep food! I will follow her.

What are you doing? What is that you took from the big cold box? Is it peanut butter? It’s PEANUT BUTTER isn’t it? I want some. Give it to me. I want some.  Please. Please. Please.

Yes!

Oh. Ugh. What is this awful green thing Boss-Mom has fed to me? Celery. Yuk. I will leave it here on the floor. No, no, don’t pick it up. I will eat it later. If I get bored.
Listen, Boss-Mom. If you must eat green stuff, I will hook you up. There is a nice patch of grass outside in the back yard. I will share it with you.  Long blades of grass. Nice and green.
But while you are out there, do not eat the rabbit poo. I will not share. The rabbit poo is mine. All mine.

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Canine Adventures, part 1

One month ago we adopted a dog, named Teddy by one of my kids.

Miriah Hetherington's dog Teddy
Teddy in the back yard

Neither my husband nor I have ever owned a dog before. So this is a learning adventure for all of us.

We adopted Teddy from a private rescue organization that brings dogs from high-kill shelters to the Seattle area. He came from Nevada. According to the shelter documents his breed is “border collie mix.” Since we brought him home I’ve learned what that basically means is “black and white dog.” There could be some border collie in his genes. But likely there’s some bull-dog or pit-bull and maybe even some great dane in there also.

Teddy weighs 75 pounds, so he’s pretty big. He’s a very sweet guy, calm most of the time, and loves belly rubs and squeaky toys. He’s learning to walk on a leash, but still tends to forget everything when he sees (or smells) a rabbit or squirrel – critters we have in abundance around here. We are still keeping him separate from our two cats, who are both rather unimpressed with the newest member of the family.

Microsoft Campus trail Sasquatch sign
Teddy poses for a selfie with me