I’ve been working on a book since spring. I feel like a million things derailed me this summer/fall, including other creative endeavours, but I’m getting my thoughts organized to go back and edit the third to half book I have so far. I feel like I run out of time by the time I get the things done that I need to do in a day. I wonder if we can petition for some extra hours in a day? No? Damn.
Anyway, here’s a very small excerpt:
Jules realized that in the last year, the majority of her socializing was with her little feline. She spent more time with Joey lately, but overall she had been a bit reclusive the last couple of years or so and especially early this year. It wasn’t intentional, she just found herself preferring binge watching subscription television services to
being around people. As a result, she rarely came across a spoiler on social media. Besides, social media was too full of “fake news” these days.
“Loki, wherever you are right now, if you can do anything about the state of politics here, please do.”
Loki chuckled to himself. Little did the naive mortal know, gods had no say in things like this. They long ago resigned themselves to staying out of politics, religious wars had snuffed out enough of their followers to cause many gods to be forgotten.
Politics in its current state was off-limits. Besides, there were even deities who said “I don’t know, let’s see how he does!” Then there were those who didn’t want to see how he did because they could predict it already.
Loki facepalmed and laughed when he heard Odin yelling “YOU’RE FIRED!” in a convincing impersonation of Trump’s voice. Odin was not going to be on a Saturday night skit show anytime soon. He was still on the outs with one of the writers for stealing his ideas and not attributing credit. Though, to be fair, crediting a Norse god for your skit writing was likely to land you in a psych ward in this day and age. People just didn’t believe anymore.
Loki had built himself a pretty large, and at times fearsome reputation, which he occasionally earned. It wasn’t always all fire and underpants pranks. Loki had a soft spot for free-thinkers and jokers, he saw a little of himself in them. He was never the type to just show up and arbitrarily set fire to someone’s hair, but he liked having that
reputation because it gave him power. It didn’t necessarily turn people into worshippers, but it often kept them from wasting his time, and time to Loki was everything.
He liked being his own god, not having hierarchy to obey. This was the one thing about the ever-increasing godless world that was developing, people didn’t need to see a chain of command in charge of them, they were satisfied with having this at their jobs.
For some reason though, they complained more about a hierarchy of humans than they did about a hierarchy of gods. If only they realized gods could be just as petty as humans. Worse, even. If humans thought water cooler talk was bad on earth, it was nothing compared to the rumour-mongering that went on in Asgard. So much tea was spilled, it was like Griffin’s Wharf in 1773.
©Lisa Patric 2018