It Will happen If You Believe...

Buh bye, Donald. Hello, Joe.

It’s 37 days before the election and please—just forget all that griping I did last week. I’ve found some new energy since then, thanks to Donald Trump.

Yes, that’s what I said. Thank you, Donald Trump. I commend you for taking your reign of terror to such grievous heights you’ve finally awakened many more millions who thought they might just sit this one out.

I’m an optimist, you know? (Yes, some of you do know. Annoying, isn’t it?) I’ve always had faith that more of them would come around, and now I’m seeing it. Seriously.

(Took long enough…)

So because I’m getting anxious now (37 days!) and can’t think of anything but the upcoming election, I spent a couple of days last week transitioning my publication, Indelible Ink, from it’s original focus on creative nonfiction to all politics, all the time. I don’t know how long I’ll keep it that way but I’ve recruited some new writers and sadly have had to turn down some who had submitted pieces that just don’t fit now.

I wrote “How to Write Opinion Pieces When You’re At Your Wit’s End”, after talking with so many writers who just feel like giving up. And who can blame them? We get to feeling like nothing we say will ever make a difference. But every effort we all make now has to help.

We picked up our Biden/Harris and Gary Peters yard signs at Democratic Headquarters last week, and found this gem, designed by a local man and printed at a union shop. If you don’t know, it’s a play on Michigan’s brilliant “Pure Michigan” promotional campaign, using the same fonts and same design. I love it!

Quick story: Yesterday we heard a timid little knock on our door and answered it to an elderly woman who is staying with her daughter up the street. We’ve met her briefly once or twice, but never really had a conversation. She said, “I just wanted to tell you how much I appreciated seeing your signs on the road”. She said she left the house to go for a walk because she was ‘so damn mad’ at Trump’s choosing an unworthy replacement already for RBG, and when she got to our house she saw our signs and immediately felt better. And she wanted to make sure we knew how important that was to her. I just wanted to hug her! Yes!

So every little bit helps. We’re all in this together. We all care. And we’re going to get this done.

Today I wrote a piece called, “Donald Trump Will Not Win”. That felt so good! And I believe it to the depths of my soul. He is toast. Burnt toast. Smelly, burnt toast.

I have a couple of irons in the fire that I hope I can report on next week, but, until next time, thanks for following, thanks for reading, thanks for being you.

(I don’t know who made the poster at the top of the page, but I think it’s the most astonishingly beautiful political poster I’ve ever seen. It’s an Erte image, but the design is breathtaking. If I find out who did it, I’ll let you know.)

Ramona