I really want to be writing, but I can't will myself to do it. Not because I don't love my fics and wips. Not because I don't want to write. But because of the overwhelming weight of the upcoming election. I want, more than anything, to sit here with complete confidence that Harris is going to win, but the fear of what will happen if she doesn't weighs on me. Why should I work on that sexy fic or type away at my "godless" novel when, if 2025 goes to shit, I'll, at best, have to pull the stories from the internet and, at worst, be arrested for them? How can I enjoy new books and shows and dance to my favorite trashy songs when doom looms over the horizon? How can I read a new fic knowing that it may not be there after the election is said and done? How can I get excited for classes and apply for internships when 2025 threatens the safety of myself and almost everyone that I hold dear? Anything I do to frantically fill my cup seems like a moot point when the bottom of said cup is hemorrhaging from stress and fear.
I don't know why I'm shouting this into the tumblr void. I guess maybe because I know that if anyone is going to relate to these feelings, it'll be other fic authors. I hope we get through this. I really, really do.