I Need These Dwarves Right Now

After my unfocused and profanity-laden rant on Tuesday I feel slightly better now, though that appears to change day-by-day or even hour-by-hour depending on the nature of the news. Better enough, at least, to write a more coherent blog for today.

I am glad to have made the decision last year to write shorter stories, and to spread the longer narrative of the Dwarves of Kadaz between these briefer chapters. It means that I have the chance to return to Kadaz and its tale of revolution at a time when I am more politically outraged than I’ve been since, well, the last time that piece-of-shit was in the Oval Office.

Cresca’s tale of trying to bring radical change to her ancestral homeland, and Gordi’s tale of trying to steer laws to a more progressive place, are both things I need to be working on right now. These are stories I need to be telling, right now, at this time, for my own sanity and to perhaps spread the message that change is possible when things look bleak. That hope is a powerful tool and the willingness to act in the face of oppression, in however small a capacity, is an act of resistance.

I am glad things lined up in this way because this story may be the therapy I need to get through the opening days of this god-awful administration.

If things get a little ham-fisted in this newest chapter of the dwarves’ story, or if there are themes mirroring what’s going on in the real world, don’t be surprised. All artists are affected by the world around them and the state of things right now, and my mood because of it, may reflect on the story as a whole.

And that will be my statement on the matter, for whomever it reaches and needs to hear it.