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Top of the mourning to you! Yes, I know the word should be “morning.” That works too. But I am currently in mourning for our country because of the disastrous election and also for a couple of family members who have died. As two of these events are quite recent, my mourning is only at the top of a grey hill of grief.
Grief is a weird thing. When my father died two years ago, I didn’t cry at first. I just felt numb. Later I’d remember that he wasn’t in the world any more and I’d weep. Or I’d think of something I wanted to share with him and cry because he wasn’t there. After the election, I looked at his picture and I cried because I wanted him to come and save me. He ain’t coming, though. And neither is anyone else. But more on that in a moment.
Let me share with you what I shared on Facebook after the election that went tragically wrong. This is the first twenty-four hours of grief:
What I did: when the returns started going south, first I prayed. When it was evident she was going to lose, I cried. I wailed. I wept for several hours. I texted my son I loved him. I made myself some chamomile tea and got a few hours of sleep. In the morning, I lit candles for all the hurting people in our country, I wrote in my journal, I wept for another few hours, I talked to my 91 year old mommy and wept some more.
Then I dried my tears, put on mourning clothes (all black) but with a fiery red pendant signifying rage, got my poster of the Obama family and my day of the dead skull and took them into work. I put up my poster and placed my skull in front of it, and commiserated with many of my coworkers. A significant portion of us wore all black today.
What I plan to do for the rest of the day: drink water, eat healthy foods, take a walk. Go to my son’s jazz concert. Write some of my NaNo story. Be tender with myself and others. Cry when I need to cry.
I love you. Let me know if you need anything. Don’t give up.
Then I got energized. So this is the RESISTANCE part of my grief process.
Daddy isn’t here to save me. Obama is probably not going to pull off some awesome deus ex machina move that he and Biden are cooking up behind the scenes. The Electoral College is probably not going to suddenly invalidate the election results. What is likely is that this election is about to usher in years of severe consequences for everyone in our country other than old, rich white men.
It’s up to us to save ourselves. Damn—just when I thought I could sail comfortably into the autumn of my life with the cozy delusion that we were doing pretty well with human rights issues.
The “normalizing” and “let’s give him a chance” has already begun. Screw that. Here is what I posted in my personal Facebook:
A line from a FB group I’ve joined: We honor the sacred and essential nature of anger – especially for oppressed people and communities.
I’m not ready to listen and be compassionate to people who are on the side of (or through their actions and/or non-action supported) xenophobia, misogyny, homophobia, and racism. I never will be.
I am angry and I will fight, alongside many, many others. #WeWillRise
I attended a candlelight vigil one night. People sang and held signs. It felt good to be with others.
Then I marched in a protest march the next night and that felt fantastic. My sign said “Fuck Hate.” Two chants I loved as we marched through the streets of our city:
Tell me what democracy looks like!
THIS is what democracy looks like!
Show me what democracy looks like!
THIS is what democracy looks like!
The other chant moved me even more:
Women: MY BODY, MY CHOICES
Men: HER BODY, HER CHOICES
To hear the men in the crowd yelling that as we marched made me feel safe and supported. To hear my 21-year-old son yell it as he marched beside me gave me hope.
And that’s it for this month. As for hope, romance stories by their very definition are about hope. Love trumps hate. Love will win in the end. So I will mention that I have a new novella coming out tomorrow called All the Way to Shore. And the good guys win.
Take care of yourselves. We will rise.
Title: All the Way to Shore
Author: CJane Elliott
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Publication Date: 11/23/2016
Cover Artist: L.C. Chase
Jonathan Vallen has never felt good enough. A gentle musician who loves to garden, he’s woefully unsuited to running Vallen Industries, the family business. When his father hires a hotshot executive, Marco Pellegrini, to save the company, Jonathan moves away and leaves his humiliation behind. A year later and forty pounds lighter, Jonathan runs into Marco on an LGBT cruise. Marco doesn’t recognize him, the sparks fly, and Jonathan pretends to be someone else for the week—Jonah Rutledge—someone good enough to be loved.
Marco Pellegrini has always been driven. He rose from poverty to the pinnacle of business success, and he’ll do anything to protect his reputation—including hiding his bisexuality. Having saved Vallen Industries, he’s weary of the rat race and ready for a more meaningful life. When Marco meets his soul mate for that new life—Jonah Rutledge—on an LGBT cruise, he prepares to stop hiding and start living.
Back on land, the romance crashes when Marco discovers his perfect man is not only a lie but the son of his boss, Frederick Vallen. Jonathan resolves to win Marco back, but Frederick takes vengeful action. Jonathan and Marco must battle their own fears as well as Frederick’s challenge to get to the future that awaits them on the horizon.
About CJane Elliott
After years of hearing characters chatting away in her head, CJane Elliott finally decided to put them on paper and hasn’t looked back since. A psychotherapist by training, CJane enjoys writing sexy, passionate stories that also explore the human psyche. CJane has traveled all over North America for work and her characters are travelers, too, traveling down into their own depths to find what they need to get to the happy ending.
CJane is an ardent supporter of LGBTQ equality and is particularly fond of coming out stories.
In her spare time, CJane can be found dancing, listening to music, or watching old movies. Her husband and son support her writing habit by staying out of the way when they see her hunched over, staring intensely at her laptop.
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