by Shelt Garner
@sheltgarner
I still can’t focus. It’s been just about a week since Trump won and I don’t quite know what to do with myself. What I should be doing is working on the newest version of my novel, but, no I’m writing aimless blog posts and listening to Charlotte Gainsbourg.

It’s just really difficult to focus for some reason. I’m struggling to do anything other than just stare out into space at the moment — no matter what I’m doing. But I do have a few really good novel ideas in my mind that I need to work on.
I think tomorrow — the actual one week anniversary of this shitshow — I’m going to buckle down and start to do some creative work. I think some of my inability to do anything comes from a lot of abstract fears — I just don’t know how bad things are going to get with Trump.
As such, I’m spaced out.
My fear is, of course, that things are going to get just as bad as I’ve been ranting about for years now and, before you know it, Trump is going to be using Red state National Guard units on Blue states and I’ll be on the lamb because my life will be at risk.
I *hope* things don’t get that bad, but you never know. And that’s the fear — that things *will* get that bad. Then what am I going to do? Those are some dark possibilities that I struggle to figure out the endgame to.








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