When I started this blog it was with the intent of telling the world about my writing. Of course that's still an objective, but more importantly now I realize I have a lot more to say than just giving readers an update on my writing progress. You see one of the pitfalls writers face is the isolation demanded by this craft. When a writer opens the door to the world he or she is inhabiting for awhile–I write fiction–the only people around are those created by the writer. Unless the writer puts words into a character's mouth, nothing comes out. Since my mind drifts off sometimes into topics that have nothing to do with the 1800s where my current novel takes place, I feel like I'd like to express an opinion now and then. Right now it's about the plight of the children fleeing from Mexico, Honduras, and Guatemala. I don't have any solution to this dilemma, but living as I do in California, the flood of indigent people coming across the southern border is not new. It's easy to fault the Federal government for not imposing strict border control, but nothing that's been done so far really works, so I wonder what is going on in those countries people are so eager to leave? Seems to me like Cuba all over again where a politician like Fidel Castro purges the country of its poor to merely get rid of them. After all before all that Florida wasn't called Little Havana. Another observation, this one a little snarky, is that while Texas Governor Rick Perry prances around my state talking to companies about relocation with the promise of tax-free business deals, he diverts the tide of these youthful illegal immigrants right back to California when they could be the future workers for the companies he woos. Just saying.