I spend my time dwelling on revenge and try to deal with the monsters crawling out of the ashes.
The story comes around, pushing at our brains, and soon we are trying to ravel back to the beginning, trying to put families into order and make sense of things. But we start with one person, and soon another and another follows, and still another, until we are lost in the connections.
It kills your writing if you try to manipulate it with crude politics.
We do know that no one gets wise enough to really understand the heart of another, though it is the task of our life to try.