What is the point?

Today I was plagued with the idea, why? And why? 

Everywhere these days there's a silent rule imposed by some invisible person or persons. You can't say this. You can't write about that. You can't tell your goverment that they are shit. 

Why do we fall into line? When did we become such obedient citizens? 

When I think of writers, especially those on this platform, bloggers I have come to love...They take shit from no one. They write and say what they want. I think they live out that attitude in their real life too.

I am just tired of walking on eggshells, afraid you might offend anyone by simply giving them the wrong greeting. 

Why am I so afraid of offending someone about things that have more to do with their own issues, than my own?

We are writers. We speak the truth, right? Or else what is the point?

What is the point in our existance if we aren't free to say, do, act or wear what we want? 

Why must I sensor my thought, writing, or general existance? 

When did it become forbiden to be an asshole? For once I want to be the asshole who stands tall and says "And this is my problem, why?" Or simply "Meh, I don't care" or the classic "Fuck off"?

Just WHY? WHY? WHY?

What are your thoughts? I will open the comment section again soon.

Just...

I am alive and well. Life keeps going on. 

I've started re-formatting the e-book of the Executioner (my 2nd fantasy book in my Thelum series) for print. I've always wanted my books in print, and I did have the first one in print a few years back. But I wanted to change the cover. Every time I do, I have to order a copy of the print book to make sure the cover and book layout is right. Which was pricy. The shipping to South Africa is more than the actual book. And I just felt overwhelmed and pulled it from Amazon. 

But now things have changed. I'm working, and have saved up the money to pay for the shipping. Plus times have changed. There are so many other print options these days. Like printing it here, in South Africa, and if everything is fine, I can upload it again on the many platforms, Amazon being one.  

To be honest, I have completely forgotten I had once written 2 books. It actually feels like another life. But I am slowly trying to bring her back. The writer. The creative.

During Covid I started with a new series, crime fiction, Human Nature. It plays out on an Earth-like planet, which seems idylic, but things go wrong. I had made tons of progress, more than one book finished, but now I have to go beyond the 1st draft. Which is terrifying. And I seem to never have time.

I am currently writing this and posting using my email. I have never done it before out of fear of my horrible spelling, and fear of safety. But if I can write tons of emails, I might as well write posts here.