Monday musings

I've been making an attempt to write today. Fiction, yes, actual fiction. Instead I find myself on my blog again. I hesitate to call it wasting time because it is highly entertaining for me and feels like a warm-up for my brain. I was going to write about how I'm not blocked and my characters are making foul gestures at me and cursing because they're still stuck on the road. Instead, I'm going to write about what function my writing serves for me. Certainly I write about extraordinary people who do amazing things. I want to write stories that show that as much as a person can be good, they also can be rotten. These are people like you and me. I also admit that I write people I can admire (and who are often modeled after real people I admire, but shhh I didn't tell you that). These people act-- sometimes rashly and sometimes with a clear head -- because they know something that I'm not sure even I know in my own soul yet. In the face of something wrong, there is no greater evil than inaction.