I´m writing my third book on propaganda and misinformation. It should be non-fiction, like my first one, “The Industry of Lies”. Interestingly, I never realized how writing affects my mental well-being. You create a concept, think about the million things you wanted to tell in the past, and you just couldn't, because of time and space. Social media made us short attention span slaves, easy to program and nudge. When I stepped back and realized how the desire to write a whole book burns in my chest again, (well, I got Covid PTSD like everyone else), I was relieved that I finally found some passion for this world again.
The misinformation warlords are still one step ahead, feeding us garbage: The unbelievable mixture of AntiVaxx-Eso-New-Age-Gaia-Crypto-Libertatrian-Qanon-traditional-family-Trump BS. The grifters. They're winning. They took our information space hostage. I can´t stop them. No one can.
Unless there will be a new business opportunity, where governments will pay a huge load of our tax money. There is nothing I can do. I´m just an ordinary mom who did not give up the territory of her kid’s brain and protects this holy grail with the entire energy of mamma bear against the tsunami of mental and cognitive harm.
My writing is my kingdom. Some people read. Some understand. Some write me emails. I´m grateful for every single reader who feels the same way, who understands that our human hive is in danger due to operations attacking our neurons, our coordination, our cohesion, our reflexes and our actions.
After I finished my first book, people kept telling me it was a wild ride to read it. I took it as a compliment. To write an academic study was never my intention, because we have no time for that. Our attention span is getting shorter and the addiction to amusement is getting deeper. Nowadays, it is a "DO or DIE" to write a book someone can even finish. It´s a constant struggle for people´s attention and emotional involvement. Academic studies can prove a lot, but no one really reads them. “The wild ride” is the way I choose. The only system I respect is the inner rhythm and flow. I´m sick to my stomach about the misinformation business machine surrounding us, drowning us in a toxic soup. I write to spill the blood of my soul, where anger, angst and love left deep scratches. I still care about this world, even though there is nothing I can do to save it.
The name of my third book will be Culture. Because this is our battlefield, where every single value gets attacked and hacked. And from here, everything grows.