Wednesday, July 31, 2019

Pierwalker Log: July 31, 2019

Writing start: 9:29 A.M.
Finish: 3:56 P.M.
Total new words (est.): 900
Edited (est.): 9300

1. Failure: Off till 8/5

2. Book Three Melody: 400 new words
Notes: A great start to the new chapter.

3. Angel: Book Three: Off till 8/6

4. Random Chance Book Two: Fifth primary edit of chapter three

5. Port Story: Off till 8/7

6. Hidden Bookmarks: Third primary edit of chapter two

7. LOTR: Read-through of chapter eight.

8. T-Bag: 500 new words
Notes: Lee Ann is going to help T-Bag a lot.

Special Projects: Worked on "Looking Out Her Bedroom Window" (Melody BIII).

Extra notes: A year ago today Kye and I were given a 30-day notice of eviction at our former "RV resort" (read: trailer park) because I couldn't sit by and let the owner and his employees kill swallows and their chicks.

We spent all of the following August in a frantic rush, looking for a new place to park the TARDIS, painting her, doing all the crap that needs doing for a move ...

It was balls-to-the-wall crazy.

I took the entire month off from blogging. I worked my ass off sanding, then priming, then painting the rig, something I'd never done before in my entire life. It was motherfucking hard work. We found a new home just a mile downriver from the old one, and on 30 August, we started the TARDIS and moved her.

The twelve months since have absolutely raced by.

What I have learned totally and irrevocably since is that almost everyone turns their head from injustice and abuse and evil, and cowers in a corner. Almost everyone.

Proudly and, frankly, surprisingly, I didn't. I fought to protect those swallows and their chicks, and for that, Kye and I were summarily abused and threatened by the owner, and then evicted by him.

I reported the threat to the sheriff, who, it was learned later, makes regular visits to that park because of the owner and all the crappola continually taking taking place there. The owner and his family are slobbering, sloped-forehead bullies concerned only with making money, not providing a good and decent "RV resort" (read: trailer park).

But that's not the point here. The point is: when the chips were down, I did the right thing in the face of grotesque evil. Watching those baby swallows screaming for their parents, which were swooping and crying back overhead, and watching those employees crush the life out of those babies and then destroy their nests ... yeah. Grotesque evil.

Again, almost everyone else would have turned away and did nothing in response.

I didn't.

For that, Kye and I paid a big, big price in both time and money, anxiety and fear, not to mention the near-unanimous condemnation from the RV resort's (read: trailer park's) other residents.

If you're part of the "almost everyone else," I don't want you visiting this blog. You're just another Stephanie or Todd to me (sold-out cowards I've unfortunately known from the past). This world is literally burning to death from your type; and it will only be saved by my type.

Does that sound amazingly arrogant to you? Good. I hope it does. I fucking earned it.

I'm very, very proud to be in that group. I work daily at staying there, and being courageous and true, and more courageous and true with each passing day.

I've had an entire year to think of my actions. And I can tell you that, faced with the same awful scene I did before, I'd do almost everything the same exact way, save this: I'd be even bolder than I was back then. I would have been more forceful with PETA, whom I contacted and demanded help from. Most of all, I would not have feared the pathetic bully owners. At all.

I'm sure the Stephanies and Todds of the world would cower.

I'm truly proud of myself that I didn't.

Don't be a Stephanie or Todd. Be brave. The world needs that more than ever.