Wednesday, September 13, 2006
Who knows? It’s still dark – it’s just after 4 in the morning!
What have you, personally, done to change the world (or, at least, your corner of it) since 9/11?
I’m not expecting responses or justifications in the comment section. I need to ask myself that question, too, reflect on the answers, and make some decisions based on them. I think it’s a question we each have to ask ourselves and work towards answers that may take the rest of our lives. We don’t have to market ourselves to the world as movers and shakers (those who talk loudest usually do the least), but we have to take quiet (or not-so-quiet) action in our own corner of it. We can be as moved or frightened or saddened or whatever from the events, but unless EACH of us takes action, nothing will change and it will only get worse. Saying you’re “too busy” or “don’t get involved with politics” doesn’t cut it any more.
It is each individual citizen’s responsibility to make sure nothing like this ever happens again. Part of that is voting for the person you believe will best support your views. Another part is riding that politician in office to make sure he or she keeps the promises that got him/her elected. Part of this is helping people view different individuals in the world in different lights, which is what artists do, and why, in every other country in the world, the pen is feared.
There’s no such thing anymore as “not having time”. And if you don’t care, well, then, you get the government you deserve. It is not “their” responsibility to do something – it is YOUR responsibility to MAKE it happen.
“Footsteps” by Adele Swift is up on Circadian Poems.
The next sensory exercise is up on The Scruffy Dog Review Blog.
Finished reading The Dark Queen by Susan Carroll. Interesting. I have to read the entire trilogy before I can comment effectively.
Wrote a story in my head walking from the theatre back to the train, and now I have to get it down on paper. Longish short story, based on one of the sensory exercises, set in London. It started as something light and fun, but wasn’t right, so I went back to the first image, the two main characters and the bartender in the pub, light coming through the window in the afternoon, and boom! There it was. A completely different story. And this one works.
I’m offline for a few days. Will catch up when I get back.