We live in unsettled times. Like many writers I know, it's a challenge and a struggle for me to keep on target with my writing goals. Each day seems to bring new anguish, new threats, new distractions.
Still, I force myself to sit down and work. I'd like to think that science fiction and fantasy are more important than ever these days. At very least, our field supplies diversion and escape; at most, perhaps we actually do some active social good—by exposing readers to different ideas and points of view, by giving a sense of perspective. (Ray Bradbury is rumored to have said, "I don't write to predict the future, but to prevent it.")
Frederik Pohl told the story of when he was editing Galaxy magazine during the McCarthy era, and a church minister in Los Angeles used to sell science fiction magazines outside the church after services, because "it was the only free speech in America." Pohl went on to say that science fiction was too revolutionary for censors to understand…and if the censors ever got sophisticated enough to censor sf, then we were all in trouble.
I've got some stuff out there that I'm pretty proud of. A collection of queer writings, sf and nonfiction. A near-future sf novel that caused Melissa Scott to call me "a left wing Robert A. Heinlein." A 25th century tyrant defeated by a multiculti group of African-descended pansexual clone geniuses. A pair of teen gay romances (1) and (2). A kinda new-agey far-future novel that brings out the best in Humanity.
Anyway, I keep doing what I can. As should we all.