Monthly Archives: January 2017

Is the Media Dead?

I usually get my information from Fox, NPR, and Sirius XM, in that order. All of them are biased. All of them are opinionated.

None of them present the information and let you figure it out. They feed you their bias, their opinion. Your opinions are formed by them and their pundits, and you can either regurgitate what they present, or think about what they’re saying and make your own decisions. I believe in being given the information and let me decide.

However, some media do not give all the facts, nor do they give you correct facts. They skew facts. For instance: How many people actually showed up at Trump’s inauguration? CNN says tens of thousands less than Obama’s first inauguration; Fox says more. Where is the truth? Somewhere in between. Why do we have to question the media? Isn’t it their job to question the powers that be and present to us the proper information so we can make true and informed decisions?

From now on, unfortunately, nothing the media states will be believed. Mainstream media hates Trump. The right doesn’t. Unfortunately, the days of Walter Cronkite are over. No longer are there trusted anchors/newspapers that will be unbiased and report things as they are.

It’s too bad.

Struggling vs worthlessness

Amazing how depressed you can feel if you can’t see.

I’m still stuck at home. You would think that I would write more. Nope. It seems the more time I have to write, the less I do write.

Water is up to 30K words, “Pisces” is 10K words. My goal is to have each sign be 20K words, but trying to get the erotica out is like pulling teeth. I’m not in the most pleasant of moods (even doing ERP online), I can’t seem to get into it. But I have a deadline of March 1.

I had a cover reveal on FB and twitter for Grimaulkin:

This is the first book in the series. Possibly three books in total.

I am going to write a short story with Grim for a giveaway or additional story. It’s mostly written, I just have to edit it a little.

Good news/Bad news

Still with double vision. This doesn’t look promising.

According to the doctor I have “Sixth Nerve Palsy,” where the nerve in my eye is weakened and the other muscles pull the eye to the left. The good news is that it’s temporary, and it affects only distance sight. The bad news is it could take a year for it to resolve. However, I can still read and write, which does not give me the excuse of not writing Water. I’m truly struggling with that book. I’m struggling writing anything because, I think, I’m depressed.

I can’t even play the game I usually play. My muse is in hiding. At least I can read and write, so I think I’d better read more. I have 83 books to read according to Goodreads, so I might as well get crackin’.


When Life Rears its Ugly Head

Sometimes, Life gets in the way.

Specifically medical issues.

I’ve had problems with my eyes for the past year. I have a cataract in one eye, which I’m going for surgery over in February. However, this week, I had something worse happen.

Double vision at a distance.

When driving, it looks like people are coming directly at me. If I look across the room, I see two of certain items. Before, they were side by side, with a short distance between then. I could drive, but it was scary. It got steadily worse and now the distance is apparent, and I can see two distinct and clear items, next to each other, but at a greater distance.  If I close one eye at a time, I can see okay.

I went to the hospital, thinking I was having a stroke or bleed, but all the tests came out fine. They think it’s neurological, a diabetic neuropathy in the eye. I’m afraid it’s permanent. They can’t guarantee that it’s temporary or not.

What does this have to do with writing? Well, I can at least see close up still. I can write and read what I’m writing. So that’s a positive.

What it has to do with writing is the feeling I have. I’m depressed. I don’t want to write. I don’t want to communicate. I want to stay within my own bubble and remain depressed. My friend said, “Well at least you’re not blind,” which is a small comfort. I can’t drive. I am at the mercy of the bus.

And I’m scared.