OT: It's NOT all we can do.

[Mad-Hamlet@xxxxxxx]

Greetings,
I'm three thousand miles away. 
I'm going to repeat that. Not only because it's vaugly important but 
I'm a little drunk.
I'M THREE THOUSAND MILES AWAY!

I can't even give blood.
I cannot help in any way shape or form. Or so the rest of reality 
tries to convince me, or us.
Which is just bull.
We write.
We create.
Okay, so we can't fix anything.
We can't find those responsible and deliver them to 'Justice'(For me 
Justice would involve a spigot, a large barrel of water, 'Them' tied 
to a table and a drop on their forehead every five minutes. Chinese 
Water torture is _SO_ underated.)
But that's besides the point. 
The POINT is I STILL can do something. We can do something.
Above and beyond anything else, this is and was, a psychological 
attack. Those who were not killed have been left behind with a sense 
of helplessness. Well I'm not helpless. I'm not exactly HelpFUL either 
but..that's semantics.
I cannot reach out, and pull everyone into a warm embrace, I cannot 
whisper words of comfort and support in their ears. I'm not dumb 
enough to think so.
What I can do, what we can do, is what we've always done.

Create.

Alright, we were lucky. So far(And I hope it continues) none of our 
community was directly involved. We're all still here. Hurting, but 
here.
Yay us.
Write people.
Write snippets.
Write a damn paragraph. 
Write about Waffies and smiles, cuddles and warm times. Hell, go for 
broke and write about HOT times. I don't give a clusterfuck on a stick 
if you're a lurker just looking for sex stories to get your jollies of 
off and have never typed anything in your life.
WRITE.

Create

Let things be born anew. We can't just 'undo' the losses but by God, 
come hell or high water..Check that..we have the hell. Okay..Come 
Hight Water than, ...er..wow. Tanget city.
Anyhow.
Write.

We can't help everyone but we can help each other.
Some would lable this as 'esacapsism'. Than prattle on about 'not 
being able to handle reality.' 
Excuse me?
I write because I don't WANT to be ensnared in the 'This is the way it 
is' aspects of reality.
Oh make no mistake, I accept it and am runing from nothing, but what's 
a little 'make believe' eh?
I mean, I have the whole IPID formula backing me up here.
IPID. Infinite Possibilites In Infinite Dimensions.
So...this can let us conclude that just because it's fiction doesn't 
mean it's not happening.....somewhere.
Do not dismiss what happened, do not think 'It'll go away' because it 
won't. But don't be paralysed by it. Don't be EATEN by it. 
We're here.
We're alive.
So BE alive.
I am.

Currently I'm working on my next part of the 'On Occasions' series. 
I will be continuing 'Ashes' as well. Now is not the time to stand in 
the way of Stories, now is the time to write more fervently than ever 
before. 

Stories are one of the few things I actually hold sacred. Above all 
else I love 'The Story'. Some would argue that this is not the time 
for such 'Trivialities'. I promise you, more than at any other time 
this is. I can't give blood, and I can't hold you close in a fuzzy 
embrace assuring you everything will be 'okay'. 
I can only be what I am.
A writer.
A creator.
If IPID Is right, I'm a God.
Heh..wouldn't that be swell?
Be a God people. Write.
Please?


Of course this is only my opinion.
I could be wrong.

I remain, as always,
Mad-Hamlet