Disgusted with my own species and randomocity

I'm finding it more and more difficult to tolerate many of my fellow homo sapiens.


Mostly because of all the dripping, vile hatred I'm seeing towards people who have a different skin color, sexual orientation, religious belief, or whatever.


I'm not talking about random people who show up in my newsfeed on Facebook. I'm talking about people who, in many cases, I've known all my life.


Apparently, if you lose your job and have to go on unemployment and get government assistance to feed your family, or if you're a victim of a vicious, violent crime, or if you've become addicted to drugs, you have forfeited your humanity and don't deserve sympathy, empathy, or any assistance whatsoever.


Christians, each and every one. One or two of them are even pastors.


I wouldn't be a Christian in any case, even if so many of them weren't spewers of the most sickening hateful vitriol imaginable. But I'd be a lot more patient with them if they weren't the source of so many terrible things going on in the world today.


Sorry. I'm just terribly disappointed in someone who is actually a pastor at a church and an old friend who has pretty much revealed himself to be one of those people, too. Though he's not quite as loud about it as many others. I also haven't confronted him about it--there would be no point.


I'm going to spend this weekend working on the first draft of The Sorcerer's Daughter. Now that I've worked my way around this little roadblock I'm making pretty good progress.


I'm about half-way to my minimum word-count of 75,000 words. Of course, since it's a first draft, that may not count for much, but it's a pretty ballpark idea as to how long this thing's going to be. I'm thinking right now it'll wind up around 100,000 words, altogether. Maybe too long for a YA, actually, but I'm not going to worry about that right now. I may wind up splitting it up into two books before I'm done, but, again, I'll worry about that when I finish the first draft.


I'll be working on another painting, too. For the sake of my sanity.