by Shanyn Hosier
I just can’t with 2016 anymore. I. SIMPLY. CANNOT.
It seems like lately we’re living/trapped in speculative fiction, doesn’t it? Some creepy imagination has unleashed a Grim Reaper run amok, culling our shining lights far too early? Or, perhaps, are these luminaries being thoughtfully spared whatever trial awaits in the coming months (credit to @TheAuthorGuy for this theory)? Maybe @MsTexas1967 is right instead, and David Bowie is hand-plucking the greats to populate his own alternate universe.
It’s been a tough year, reeking of so much negativity. Whether you were for Hillary or against her, I think we can all agree the level of bald misogyny unleashed in the past 12 months was mind-numbing and soul-crushing. The depth and breadth of ignorance and bigotry exposed in our culture was, if not surprising, then at least humbling and heartbreaking.
It hurts. More than I care to admit. So much so that I find it hard to scrape together the motivation to write anything romantic or upbeat. I’m resentful, dammit. And sad. And worried.
But not hopeless.
It feels like being stuck in a giant game of Red Rover, and we just dared the biggest, meanest kid from the other side. Now’s the time to dig in, suck in a deep breath, link arms, and brace for whatever’s coming. There’s work to be done. Speak out. And then put your money and time and energy where your mouth is.
I’m watching you, 2017. Try not to be a jerk.
Shanyn Hosier adores reading and writing in the same way she loves breathing and eating, deriving a similar nourishment from each. Her latest two novels, An Experimental Phase and Theory Versus Practice, are available in ebook format on Amazon. For more information about current and upcoming releases, please visit her website, www.shanynhosier.com. You can also connect with her on Facebook, Twitter, and Goodreads.