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I am stuck in my writing of SOLO FOR TWO, mostly because it seems so disorganized and lacking in any coherent structure. Partly this is due to our not being able to coordinate our different parts of the story so far, and having no editorial input, despite our editor at St Martin�s, D, and her promise to stay in close contact with us as we continued to finish the book. In fact, we never heard from her after the first chapter, which she liked but never returned or edited, and it has been almost a year since then. Does this have to do with the fact that she moved to the west coast? I have not had a good experience with editors who come from CA, and I fear that D, now living in Oregon, may have been infected by CA�s sun-dazed, surf�s up, lackadaisical attitudes! (No offense to CA dwellers, I�m only jesting and truly love my Left Coast friends, one and all.)
Lynnie plans to visit after Christmas, during which time we may do an interview/profile for Psychology Today, which is putting together an issue on �nature versus nurture� and has expressed an interest in being �flies on the wall� during our next working get-together.
Everybody is celebrating the capture of Saddam Hussein, the �worst despot of the second half of the 20th century.� And we�re all congratulating ourselves, as if we weren�t ourselves guilty not only for supporting his murderous campaigns for years or at least closing our eyes to those we might not want to see, but actually supplying him with ALL the biological and chemical weapons and nuclear components which we have accused him of developing into WMD. What a load of hooey! As far as I�m concerned, we are nothing but a bunch of hypocrites. It makes me sick to hear how wonderful we are for capturing �this monster,� and nothing at all about our deep complicity in his crimes, nothing about our complete abstention from objecting when Iranians or Kurds were gassed with our chemicals or Iraqis who dissented were disappeared. What did we care, so long as our oil supply lines went on flowing uninterrupted? Oh, I could go on and on, being the lefty that I proudly am, but I suppose my political passions have no place in a blog concerned with the writing of a book on mental illness. But if anything makes me ill, mentally sick at heart, it is this sort of self-congratulatory amnesia and/or ignorance. That�s all I�m going to say about it for now, otherwise I�d start in on Walmart�
Except that I'm going to append a short lefty political poem I just wrote...Hah!
TO OUR WARLORD
By Pamela Spiro Wagner
Your father, George W, said he stood for
All those 1000s of pinpoints of light
As his son you incessantly prosecute war
Do you think that your star shines so bright?
If you wanted, George Junior, to do anything
You *could* end world famine and hunger
Yet the rich you make richer than Croesus the king
And the poor will not take it much longer
Your invading campaigns haven�t made Iraq healthy
To the Afgans you�ve only brought grief
You�ve stolen from poor peoples, made your friends wealthy
Sir, to us, you behave like a thief
You�re the president, George, though you weren�t a fair winner
You�ve said you�re a good man and true
You claim you�re reformed and no longer a sinner
But what when the war bill comes due?
The people, George, know that you�re *not* a good man,
that the White House deserves a new resident,
So in next year�s elections we�ll do all we can
To select someone else as our President.
Here endeth my third blog entry.
Posted by pamwagg at December 26, 2003 06:18 PM