I’m not sure I like the violence in my writing right now. I’m a big fan of Brian K. Vaughan’s sentiment that real violence is awful, fake violence rules, but right now, the sheer vitriol in my regressive anger piece is starting to disturb me.

Perhaps I should scale it back a bit. I’m all for extreme characters, but someone so full of hate; it’s as comprehensible to me as a Trump supporter (and it’s pretty well the same thing, because I based this character on a right wing bigot).

It’s just… I don’t feel that way. I’ve never wanted to dominate anyone, let alone someone because of their gender, race or sexual preferences. Who gives a shit who someone wants to fool around with?

It’s really none of my business.

I’ve never given a shit about whether immigrants are coming to our country; I just kind of assumed they were like the rest of us and looking for something better than they had. Not exactly nefarious shit, that.

People are just people. Their relative quality and whether they deserve respect depends entirely on what they do and say and how those two things mesh and affect the world around them.

Our actions are the only things that define us; not what we say about ourselves, but what we actually do. Say you’re a pacifist while punching someone and you’re a violent thug. Say you believe in pacifism while staging a sit-in protest and it shows your commitment to your beliefs.

I don’t know. I guess we inhabit the mindset of the characters we create, at least for a little while, and like a method actor gone too far, it can be hard to shake off. I don’t like this persona; the sooner it’s over with, the better.

Target: 200 words
Written: 1609 words, short story: Get Back Again

Read: The Princess Diarist, Carrie Fisher
Comics: Fanboys Vs. Zombies 9-12 (leaning in hard to geek today)
Music: Yes, Virginia, The Dresden Dolls