Remember that curve ball I once talked about? Yeah...it happened again....life happened. People we know become strangers...strangers become people we want to know better....we alienate our friends and cry alone in our bathrooms. However it happens...it does so for a reason. We need to grow, let go, learn something, or move on. There are so very few coincidences in life....none if you ask me. I see the connection in all things. Sometimes I don't understand the reasons for the events that so abruptly take place in my life but they are all connected nonetheless. My first two books were about pain and failure....what it's like to be in hell..something I had no trouble writing about. My third book, however, is about hope...and I've struggled with that for over a year in the writing process. Why? Because I have to feel what I write..and I write what I feel. If my heart is crying...I write about the rain
If the butterflies are fluttering in the pit of my stomach...I write about the moon and the stars. My art is a reflection of me, inside and out. If I don't *feel hopeful...I can't force my characters to feel it either. So that's my conclusion to this latest "life happens" moment. I need to learn to feel hope so that Jo and Harvey and yes...even JJ can feel it too....wish me luck, Friends.