Feudalism and Slavery, when will it end?

January 23rd, 2010

Now is the time for our government to wage a war at home. For, whenever an entity has severely stunted America’s safety and soundness, our government has declared war. Wars of different scale and for different purposes have been declared on the behalf of the citizenry. At times our government has plunged into war early. Steeped in hesitance, America’s government eventually declared its participation in the world-wide war when, at last, it perceived a threat.

America has been threatened on a multitude of levels by a rogue financial system. Like the War on Drugs, today’s war must be fastidiously proclaimed. And, like the Civil War, this war must be won wholly. America’s leaders: Declare a war against a rogue financial system.

Financial systems are inherent in every society as a conduit for trade, and they are to be subject to the society – a servant to the masses. The American Civil War was based in a corrupt and intolerable financial system. The war was messy and complicated and divided citizens on the following lines and many more: agriculture v. industry; the nature of states’ rights (e.g., whether a state has the right to legalize slavery); the use of unpaid laborers for indefinite terms on harsh conditions – more commonly known as slavery; and the threat of a feudal system whereby a few landowners controlled the livelihoods of everyone else. The war divided loved ones and neighbors. Everyone had an opinion. Americans had both everything to gain and everything to lose rolled up into that one massive conflict. And it all really centered on the acceptance and rejection of a financial system.

The waves of history echo loudly in the ears of every American, though many may not recognize the noise. Take a moment with me to parse out the noise and consider an alternative.

The American financial system has grown increasingly inadequate over time so that it no longer serves anyone and has become an autoimmune disease to our country, debilitating it from the core. We have recycled economic policies and practices from every economic re-imagining forward (yes, I mean the New Deal but also others), and in so doing we have raised one generation after another to subsist on outmoded methods and mentalities.

As in pre-Civil War America, today’s financial system has divided many people on many lines, including: agriculture v. industry v. technology v. intellectual industry; the nature of states’ rights (e.g., whether a state has the right to file bankruptcy, pass its debt on to its population, or regulate financial entities more or less stringently); the use of unpaid or low-paid laborers for indefinite terms on harsh conditions (though we do not now refer to this as slavery); and the threat of a feudal system whereby a few entities own everything and control the finances of everyone else. Are you shocked? Or, worse, do you accept this as known and accepted truth?

Oversimplified storytelling has misled people to believe that the American Civil War was about black and white, slave and free. As anyone who has actually survived a civil war can attest, it is never that simple. Slavery was certainly the touchstone for civil war media attempts, and it was absolutely a factor that led to the long, entrenched fighting. I do not in any way discount the importance of the issue of slavery in the American Civil War. Slavery was the poster child for the entire movement against the financial system of the time.

Today, there is a very real form of slavery and indentured servitude taking place in America. It is not in the form of personal brutality, but it is every bit as humiliating, oppressive, stunting, and wrong. Today it is not about race, for every race is affected. It is not about individuals oppressing other individuals. It is not even about entities or governments oppressing individuals. Today’s slavery is about the cycle of servitude for governments, entities, and individuals to one another from which no one can find freedom.

Why do programs offer “financial freedom” or “financial independence”? Because the American society on every level is enslaved. I opine that no one really gains from this mass enslavement, and that, although tricky and fraught with complication, war will unite America and end this slavery. I do not write of a war with guns or bombs. I write of an intellectual war, which will have its own casualties, its own victories, and its own legacy.

The most basic and crucial task in building a wartime strategy is to understand unequivocally who is the enemy. You must study the enemy so that you can fight it where it lives and so that you can anticipate its adaptations. So, in this war, who is the enemy?

Let us first identify who is not the enemy. I am not the enemy. You are not the enemy. The banks are not the enemy. The government is not the enemy. The executives are not the enemy. Celebrities are not the enemy. Baby Boomers are not the enemy. Generation fill-in-the-blank is not the enemy. Your boss is not the enemy, nor is her boss the enemy. Your teacher/banker/retailer/doctor/lawyer/accountant/preacher/fill-in-the-blank professional is not the enemy. No industry or entity is the enemy. No nation is the enemy. No individual is the enemy.

The American Fiscal Ideology is the enemy.

Most of the “persons” (individuals and entities) in America are both debtors and creditors, so we cannot merely say creditors are bad and debtors are good. That is far too simplistic a view. The problem is partially owned by everyone. Every individual who has ever made a poor spending, saving, or lending decision. Every entity that has done the same.

Banks say that individuals spending more than they can repay is the source of the problem. Individuals say that the banks lending credit they knew could not be repaid is the problem. They are both correct, and they are both incorrect.

The financial system – that is, the infrastructure of finance – is holding individual and entity Americans hostage. Individuals are bankrupt, homeless, and jobless. Entities are bankrupt, adrift with the prospect of collecting money from those who have none, and concerned whether payroll will be met without interruption. Local, state, and federal governments face more debt then they can repay and have no lenders in sight. All of those named have a warped sense of value, cost, and appropriate trading practices. Each of those named are in peril, risking the further collapse of our infrastructure on every level – governmental, corporal, and personal.

You can no longer turn a deaf ear to the resonance of a corrupt and intolerable financial system. Consider yourself on notice: America must wage and must win a war against today’s financial system.

Now is the time for war. Yet, fighting an intellectual war differs from the wars we’ve read, seen, or known, requiring a new type of leader and a strong capability of reaching the masses. Blame has no place, nor do bandages. A debilitating national health care plan is a bandage to alleviate the toxic wounds of health care at the cost of risking financial security for our nation, our states, and ourselves. If the government can be so bold to impose national health care, can it not realign the rights of entities with the rights of individuals such that true health reform succeeds? What I mean is this: I need a medical test, and I have insurance; but the hospital must discount the service because of its contract with the insurance company, then I pay my part and the insurance company pays its part so that if you have insurance the cost of the service is lower than if you don’t have insurance. This is a blatant retaliatory scheme. Is it so hard to bring those forces back in line? I think not. But it takes leadership and determination to do so.

The same can be drawn from most types of debt. And, no one wins. Not the hospitals, not the insurance companies, not the individuals whether with insurance or not, not the state government, not the federal government. No one is winning. All are enslaved to a cruel and fault-ridden financial system.

Who will free us?

Excited about IBD?

January 7th, 2010

This morning I learned of a doctor here in fair OKC who is, and I quote, “really excited about IBD.” If you are unfamiliar, IBD stands for Irritable Bowel Diseases and includes things like colitis, IBS, Crohn’s Disease, and others. My immediate internal reaction to the above quote: “Ew!”

Why – nay, how – could any person be excited about IBD?!? And, yet, I suppose we should all be glad that someone is. Do you even get excited about your own bowels? If you are like most people, then probably not. But this guy is. Astounding! The result is you don’t have to get excited about it; you can rather seek out someone (preferably a doctor, but to each his own) who is excited and can deal with it on your behalf simply because they want to.

After my shock wore down and I once more thought rationally about the bowel-excited doctor, I thought of what some people must think about the work things in which I find excitement.

Who would want to read all day?

Who would want to write for hours without ever feeling “finished” for the day?

Who could possibly want to linger over archived documents and then write an annotated history for someone else?

Why would anybody be excited about editing the works of another?

Folks, this is one sure measure of whether you are doing a job you love. If you can see that the average person would have difficulty being excited about your job details, but you regularly are, then chance are good that you are in the right place. If you agree that no one, not even you, could get excited about what you do, then what? Find your excitement.

And for all of you who don’t want to read or write or edit or [fill in the blank], let someone else do it. Someone who is both able and excited.

-Amanda Salisbury, writer, ShyJot Publications LLC

Once Upon A Legend

January 5th, 2010

I write a great many things these days, but my favorite thing to capture is a Legend. My children ask for Legends to be told before they go to sleep at night, and I often oblige. The problem is that I regularly forget the tale before I get back to my computer. Oh, I can remember the major plot points, of course. But, there is no tale quite as pure as a Legend told in rhyme off the top of my head.

My talent, whatever I may have, is not what makes such a Legend pure. No, it is the whispers and giggles and yawns of the listeners that distills my words and made-up language into a delicious story warranting remembrance.

This Christmas, I was given a digital voice recorder, which I love! Now, I have an easy way to capture the off-the-cuff Legends complete with listener reaction. Now, I can pick out the best parts of our bedtime ritual and bring them together in a written form so that they may be remembered and retold.

I wonder if they’ll be better than the ones I sit down and write with purpose…we shall see.

Amanda Salisbury, writer, ShyJot Publications LLC

Novel Birth, Part 3

November 11th, 2009

Thirty days from today is my deadline for “Onyx”. I approximate that one-fourth of the total is drafted. There is no outline, but I do have a formative notion of the length and certainly the direction of the story. I seldom write in third person, but the chief character is so steadfastly unlike me that I am forced to write as an omnipotent third party. The first three chapters have already taken me places I did not anticipate, and more detours are likely as we continue to journey together.

No overall outline exists, but a synopsis exists to maintain a focus on the main character’s personal arc. As I write I jot down five or six elements that walk the story forward, then I flesh out the body until I am out of elements. I continue this process, taking necessary breaks and unavoidable breaks from writing.

So very many writers blog or talk about the crucial, all-powerful outline. I tried to give obeisance to these successful writers and their rules. But, for me, writing is far too organic, dynamic, and evolutionary to graph every twist before the journey begins. What works for you? Or, have you yet to find what works? Perhaps you’ve been obeying the greats, too, much to your disappointment. Remember, no one has a secret formula that will work every time. Grow your own method, and share it freely.

-Amanda Salisbury, writer, ShyJot Publications LLC

Novel Birth, Part 3

November 10th, 2009

I need a title before I begin a work. The title needn’t be final, etched in stone, but it does need to keep me focused on the task at hand. Being an organization freak by nature, I have several electronic and paper files that require labeling, and the labels must keep me on point.

My working title for the current novel: “Onyx”.

What do you think? What does the word bring to mind?

To me, a working title readily represents the subject matter. Spending time and energy creating the perfect final title is wasteful for me because my work is organic and dynamic. How do you label your works in progress?

-Amanda Salisbury, writer, ShyJot Publications LLC

Novel Birth, Part 2

November 9th, 2009

I have a deadline. Because I work for myself and the other members of ShyJot Publications, I must be self-disciplined. There is no one admonishing me through a telephone receiver to work faster or better. That’s both good and bad: good in that I can work at my own comfortable pace, bad in that I can work at my own comfortable pace.

A deadline was etched into our company calendar, and I receive e-mails that remind me of its close proximity. The deadline? December 11, 2009. The sole significance of that date (for me) is my deadline. It was chosen rather arbitrarily, and I am now feeling the pinch of its grasp.

My work has been stymied in part by my ongoing medical turbulence, but I have not moved the deadline. It is important for me to know boundaries, and the deadline is a boundary. It stands as a litmus test of my dedication and work ethic. I am 19,000 words in – approximately one-fourth finished with the first draft. Thirty-four days, and counting…Will I make it? Time will tell.

-Amanda Salisbury, writer, ShyJot Publications LLC

Novel Birth, Part 1

November 8th, 2009

After blogging for some time about this and that and whatever little gem popped into my brain, I stepped back and wondered, “Why blog?” I have no technical knowledge to speak of, and my life is not all that interesting to the random outsider, so I’ve never been too disappointed about readership or overly concerned about consistency. After my respite from blogging, I’ve decided to blog for a while about my new project. You can track my novel by reading entries entitled “Novel Birth”.

If you write and if you have ever searched the Internet for wisdom on writing success, you likely went away distraught, harrowed, and more than a little confused. I certainly have. Are we asking the proper question? Writing success is more a confluence of skill and contacts and luck and timing and market than anything else. So, is it realistic or even appropriate to expect successful writers to tell us how to emulate them?

Sure, a certain amount of “how it’s done” is crucial. But, the nuances of writing necessarily negate any silver bullet of success. As I trolled the Internet looking for said imaginary silver bullet, I experienced the many phases of grief. I denied that there was no silver bullet. I was angry about what was touted as silver bullet. I preached and practiced some would-be silver bullets. And, finally, I accepted that there are no silver bullets.

Now, I stick behind much of what I wrote on “the write tip” blog at www.shyjot.com/blogging. For instance, writers write. It would seem commonsensical to presume that a successful writer writes; however, many many people with their names on book binds never wrote a word to grace the pages between. They used ghosts. So, even a simple truism of “writers write” is not so simple.

You’ve been looking for the silver bullet to writing success. Trust me, I know. The method or the means or the agent or the publisher or the words that will ensure your success – financial, critical, or otherwise. Are you ready?

The elusive silver bullet to writing success: discover what works for you, discard what doesn’t, and don’t listen too much to others.

To test my theoretical calculus of success, I have begun a novel with just such theory in mind. In the coming days and weeks, I will give you a window to my method and also to what I consider success. If some of it works for you, great. If not, throw it out.

-Amanda Salisbury, writer, ShyJot Publications LLC

Announcing Freelancing Services

August 17th, 2009

ShyJot Publications LLC is pleased to announce our new freelancing services! We are currently accepting new clients for business writings, including brochures, web content, research and reports, promotional materials, corporate histories, and many more.

The combined education and experience of our business members includes history, law, business, finance, accounting, medicine, engineering, psychology, retail, insurance, funeral services, and teaching. Our research is impeccable, and our products are what you need them to be. Finding the words and images to meet your needs is our strength. Let us work for you.

If you have a project in mind, contact us at contact@shyjot.com or amandasalisbury@shyjot.com. We will happily give you an upfront, no cost estimate of time and expense for your project.

We look forward to hearing from you!

-Amanda Salisbury, writer, ShyJot Publications LLC

My Children, My Characters

August 7th, 2009

I came to a breathlessly sudden realization recently: my children and my characters act very similarly. Both say the most peculiar things. Both are given to interrupting “important adult matters” with, at times, inappropriate comments. Both have been known to say and/or do brilliant or comical things when I haven’t the slightest way of recording the moment. Both are fun to be around. Both are enjoyable to learn about. Both are most willing to come to me at the height of emotion.

However, there are some notable differences. My children stay with me ever (they are young), while my characters come and go as they please until their stories are fully fleshed. My children provide a level of emotion, understanding, and wisdom that my characters never could but strive toward nonetheless.

Still, the most important similarities or links between my real children and my fictional characters, interestingly enough, are actually about me: I must allow them to live their own lives; I cannot control what they think, do, say, or become;  I cannot manipulate them, though I can provide guidance and an outlet for them throughout their stories; and I cannot control extraneous events that happen to them.

Have you ever read or seen an interview of a famous writer who was asked “Why did you kill so-and-so in your book?” The question is asked as if the writer, in some murderous disposition, forced death on the character. In every good story, death is a necessary figure. You may not meet death directly on the pages, but you know on some level that death belongs to all of us. We may seek out stories of immortality, but most of them toy with death as a threat to everyone, even the immortal. I cannot imagine the deaths of my children, and, in fact, I have purposefully tried not to, but I know it is an eventuality whether I ever see it or not (and I hope not).

If I could ensure their health and utter happiness and a life lived long and well, I absolutely would. Yet, if I cannot make that happen for my real-life children whom I love and adore, how could I for those fictional figures whom I also love, even if the love is less patent and less satisfying? Some have tried and, in my opinion, failed, because no story feels authentic to a human unless some loss or change or struggle occurs as it does in real life.

And, when a character dies a good writer has not “made” it happen. The writer has simply recorded  that character’s story for you and me and himself. You see, whether in real life or not, happy endings take as many forms as tragedies and each must decide for herself whether life’s episodic tendencies have a thread of narrative continuity running throughout the most episodic of lives, each must thresh out the meaning or vacancy of each event, word, and deed.

Happy threshing! I wish you every blessing in deciphering life’s riddles, and I plead with you to have pity on the poor writer whose job was to record the death of some fictional being you admired, for the riddles persist long after you’ve worked them out.

-Amanda Salisbury, writer, ShyJot Publications LLC

A Writing Exercise

August 4th, 2009

Below is the result of my following through on my own writing exercise advice as published today on The Write Tip, 08/04/09, at www.shyjot.com/blogging. Feel free to share your own feedback with me or to share the result of your exercise by commenting here or writing to amandasalisbury@shyjot.com.

The character in the room down the hall likes to sneak up on unsuspecting strangers who’ve come to bravely visit their beloved. Most of the time he saunters through the corridors as if he owns the place. But when he hears the jingle of the front bell, he hides as much as an old, overgrown child with a walking stick can manage, and he waits for his prey.

A fair number of folks who enter are half-scared to begin with. They know they should be here. They may even want to be here. All the same, their young or semi-old hearts speed like freight trains as they walk through the doors. Minuscule droplets of sweat burn the palms of their hands. They emit nervous giggles as they try desperately to look as if they sign the guest book all the time.

I pray I will ever remember one little girl who entered with her adult. She wore pigtails, a sun dress, and an easy smile. Her arms were folded, which would make her look put out except that they were tucked carefully behind her back rather than in front. She marched stiff-legged, following without seeing where she was going.

As she stepped in front of my door, though, she stopped. She turned and looked me full in the face. Her sweet cheeks looked as if God himself had stippled her fair skin. After smiling with the relish of adventure, she inhaled spectacularly, turned her head straight and jumped both feet over a strip of mauve carpet. She set off again, satisfied with her accomplishment and trotting to catch up.

Little does she know she has entered the Lethe. Through these corridors runs the mythical river of forgetfulness, and it affects us all regardless of age or gender or color or former social status. The Lethe is boundless, running free and encompassing what it will.

And, as expected, that character jumps the top portion of his body toward sweet cheeks, and sweet cheeks gasps appropriately, snickering behind hands. He does not recognize his great-granddaughter and he would have tried to scare anyone. But, today, all three believe what they choose to believe.

The adult ushers the character as he shuffles through a door, muttering about how he got that girl good. The adult takes measured breaths as she steels her courage to close the door and engage the character for the requisite half hour. But sweet cheeks flits inside pretending to have butterfly wings, and I can almost see them fluttering peacefully.

I have nothing to do either now or ever, so I wait in a chair on my make-believe porch, sipping soda and watching the character’s door. How many minutes will pass before it opens? Will they all look dilutedly satisfied or confusedly lost?

Right on the money, thirty minutes after the adult signed herself and sweet cheeks to the roll, the door swings inward. Out bounds sweet cheeks, nibbling probably-stale crackers and waving enthusiastically at the character. She promises to come back soon, though that is hardly her decision, and she skips to the front desk to wait patiently. The adult fusses over the character, tries to hug him, which he shrugs off, and wears a sad, frazzled expression. The character merely apologizes for scaring sweet cheeks, “Oh, I didn’t mean to give ‘er a fright!”

One last attempted hug. One last confused and unnecessary apology. One last jump over a strip of mauve carpet. Then, the adult and sweet cheeks wave good-bye from the exit. The character misses the send-off entirely as he flattens himself to the wall – as much as that is possible – and awaits his next victim. I wave to sweet cheeks as she glances over her shoulder, and I wonder on what day the character will be me.

-Amanda Salisbury, writer, ShyJot Publications LLC

Note: my four randomly selected words were character, lethe, stipple, and scare