Well, electoral vote day which I don't think most of the country knew about until now. As predicted, the ones who were pledged for Agent Orange are voting for Agent Orange. I'm not even sure I'm that depressed, I knew this was going to happen. I did my freaking out and sobbing on Election Night (literally, the entire week was hysterics and not sleeping. I'm still taking my melatonin.) and now I'm... mostly just tired. And incredibly fatalistic. Watching the electoral bullshit cross my Twitter feed is not helping the fatalism. I want to shake most of them and scream that they're why we can't have nice things.
In light of the shitshow that is the US and large other swaths of the world right now (BERLIN I AM SO SORRY.) only nice things now.
I got my JetPens order of the other two Irojiten color sets, so I have all of those now and the more I use these pencils the more I love them. They do not blend as well as some, which is why I'm going to get a set of Prismacolor soft cores too, and then I will have all of the drawing supplies I might need for the coming apocalypse. Or at least hopefully for the first year of the Great Orange Disaster. I'm really excited about the fact that I've managed to at least keep drawing consistently in practice, if not always practicing the same subjects. Oops. Still.
Open Road is having a free Kindle Book sale, at which point I am going through and grabbing everything that looks remotely interesting. I've heard things about them not having very good formatting, they scan the book and that's it, but I'm not sure. Also free books, if that sort of thing doesn't put you off. (I stopped reading one series of books because of the poor Kindle formatting, but if they're the same ones who published Bride of the Rat God and a couple other Barbara Hambly books, I didn't have a problem there, all the chapters were clear and the text was fine.)
Apparently being angry also helps me feel like I have things to write even if, perversely, it tends to make me devalue writing as a useful exercise. I have to keep reminding myself that people I consider wiser than me have said no, really, art helps. Stories help. Write the stories. I have two that should be ready to go up on my website soon. Although thinking of that makes me want to redo my cover art for Queen and Parliament and aaaugh. I don't know. I really don't.
But small positive happy things are happening while the world burns, so maybe I will be thankful for that and use that to keep me going. That and spite.