It is with a heavy heart that I let you all know this will be my last post here at Crystal’s Many Reviewers. Unfortunately, and to put matters as simply as possible: I’ve run out of free time and energy. The days seem to be no more than eleven hours long, with thirty hours’ worth of stuff that I need to cram into them. I’ve been forced to step back and see what I’m doing during the day that will get me the most bang for my emotional and inspirational buck, and as much as I’d love to think that people want to read what I have to say… well… let’s face it, even I’m sick of listening to myself at this point.
It’s time to re-devote myself to what I’ve been pontificating and blabbering about in the first place: the craft. The process, the stories, the characters. I need to get my head back into that world so I can remind myself that I have fun doing this. That it’s worthwhile. That I’m making a difference by presenting stories wherein true love conquers all and happily-ever-after is the norm as opposed to the rarity.
The problem is, there is so much destructive negativity in my head these days that if I don’t force myself to do something other than think, I’m going to… well, I’m going to spend too much time thinking. Thinking about things like the fact that an unimaginable percentage of my neighbours to the south believe that it’s either okay to be homophobic, racist, and/or misogynistic. Or, that if it isn’t necessarily “okay,” they can at least accept those things taking place.
I’m going to think about how many people in my own country have made sideways remarks about how maybe the U.S. knows what’s right and how we should be taking notes. That thought is going to end up with my brain buzzing through mental images of disgusting viruses and parasites creeping, leeching, and bleeding over the border to infect Canadian minds. Then I’m going to wonder if they ever needed to be infected in the first place or if there’s a hidden chunk of our population that’s just as messed up with their reasoning, and have figured it’s finally safe to come out of hiding.
I’m going to spend too much time recalling the words of those people who have said that as a Canadian none of this is any of my business, anyway – not my circus, not my monkeys, I can leave the way I came in, thank you very much – and I should mind where I stick my nose. Yet, there I’ll be, worrying that the next four years are about to impact everyone on this planet in ways that we can only… hell, I’d like to say “imagine,” but I can’t. We don’t need to “imagine” what happens when crazy people take command. History has shown us that time and time again.
I’m going to deliberate on the meaning behind Brexit, and instances of terrorism, and gun laws, and human trafficking, and the butterfly effect and mob mentality, and elitism, and what I can do, if anything, to stop it. Then I’m going to remember all those posts out there about how authors should keep their opinions to themselves, as if by being a mere writer none of this should bother me enough to speak out on it. But then, I’m just an author. Just ask Piers Morgan; or are authors somehow different from actors if you’re a fancy journalist, Piers? Regardless, don’t the “justs” get to take a stand?
Then I’m going to start wondering if most of us are, after all “just” someone? And if the “just” portion of the population don’t make a stand then who will? Don’t the “just” portion of our populations outnumber the whatever-the-hell you would call the other side of that equation? Maybe the “unjust?”
Finally, I’m going to end up dwelling on the fact that there are readers out there who read this genre but don’t support the LGBTQ* community. Then, worse, I’ll think of the people that make their money either writing, publishing, filming, or acting for this community, but have spoken publicly in defense of their support for the right-wing maniacs that want to destroy it.
What the fuck? I mean, seriously… what the actual fuck?
Then my head is going to start pounding, my heart is going to break a little bit more, and I’m not going to be able to write. Trust me; that’s where my head and heart have spent the last several months and not writing is killing me.
I’m tired. I’m worried. I guess a lot of us are.
I have no intention on turning my back on any cause that I believe in. I won’t do that. Right now I can’t do that; none of us can. But I have to make sure that I can do all that and still have time to write. Even if that means I have to sacrifice doing some of the other things I do.
So, a great big thank you to the few of you who always stop in to read and comment and support me; you know where I’ll be, and if you don’t, there’s a whole bunch of places you can find me listed below.
To Crystal, and all the members and friends of Crystal’s Many Reviewers: thank you for this opportunity and my best wishes for your continued success.
Fight the good fight, folks.
All my love,
AF Henley <3
About the Author:
Henley was born with a full-blown passion for run-on sentences, a zealous indulgence in all words descriptive, and the endearing tendency to overuse punctuation. Since the early years Henley has been an enthusiastic writer, from the first few I-love-my-dog stories to the current leap into erotica. A self-professed Google genius, Henley lives for the hours spent digging through the Internet for ‘research purposes’ which, more often than not, lead far away from first intentions but bring Henley to new discoveries and ideas.
Henley has been proudly publishing with Less Than Three Press since 2012.