If the title of this post captured your attention, well ha ha, it’s not what you think.
Today I chanted, “Don’t pass gas! Don’t pass gas! Don’t pass gas!” on the steps of the Oregon State Capitol.
As an author, I often place my characters in situations where they need to speak up and take a stand for what they believe. They use their wits, voices, and skills to protect their families and communities from great danger. Their enemies often wield vast power with a ruthlessness that disregards the welfare of the common folk. The villains are greedy, righteous, deceptive, and utterly relentless.
I have high expectations of my characters, and they expect no less of me.
A gigantic energy conglomerate wants to transport fracked natural gas through Oregon to the Pacific coast for shipment overseas. A monster pipeline would traverse my tiny mountain town, cut through our water supply and plow through miles of forests dry as tinder in the summer months. My characters told me to quit complaining and do something about it.
So, for the past few months, I set aside my fantasy writing to apply my skills to detailing the real-life facts about fracking, pipeline failures, and environmental catastrophe. The risks would make your head spin.
Today, I went to my first rally with all the other aged hippies. Now you know what the senior citizens do on a Tuesday afternoon in Oregon.
We didn’t get pepper-sprayed. It was a blast. I suggest you try it.
Separately we are small as mice. Together we roared, “Don’t Pass Gas!”