Getting Away From Them All

Even though my husband and I have been living in our new home for less than a year, the other day we started daydreaming about our ideal home "if we had no constraints." Like, jobs that required us to be in populated areas.

Anyone who reads or watches the news knows where we're coming from. People are very scary. I couldn't even write things half as horrific as real life. We do unspeakable things to our children, to each other, to our planet.

Recently in Campbell, CA a man was caught on surveillance tape running over a pack of tame ducks at a car wash, and then getting out of his car to kill some by hand. There's really nothing you can say about that. No words describe the loathing I feel for such an inhumane act, and there is no justification. In fact, there's no justification for a lot of things people do.

So our dream home was away from it all. "It" being mainly people. A secluded beach, a mountain lake home, a small island. Our visits to civilization would be few (staple groceries, doctor, vet), and with any luck we could avoid brushing up against the ugly side of being human.

Would that mean losing some of my inspiration/muse? Definitely a sacrifice worth making. Unforunately, I think there's enough darkness that's already been perpetrated to consume a lifetime of writing...