I've been writing more this week. So, yay! I've just been feeling it more. I don't know if it's what I've been reading lately (currently I'm reading The Satanic Verses or if it's me just diving deeper for the inspiration, but whatever it is, I'm glad. I'm happy to see the words on the page.
I'm also watching the world. Watching the Women's March in Washington, D.C., throughout the States, here at home, and throughout the world, is inspirational. America is scaring me. I was there on vacation last summer and it was wonderful. However, I wonder if I'd be welcome there now. I wonder if my children would be welcome. I wonder if it would be as easy to visit our family. I wonder how my brown-skinned, Muslim cousins are doing and if they're safe. Yesterday filled me with hope. That they'd be okay. That women around the world can stand together in solidarity.
Though I'm scared about what's happening south of the border, of everything from violence, to the treatment of women, to coal smog drifting north, I have hope. I won't be quiet. I know that there are millions of Americans who won't be silent, and millions of global citizens to support them. The Handmaid's Tale and 1984 are fiction, let's keep them that way.