This has been a tough year. For everyone. Every time I turn around, there’s an article about how writers are having a hard time writing and how they can overcome the adversity. It’s hard to create happy-ever-afters when the world is such a hateful place. Bad things are happening. Stupid things are happening.
At the same time, I also see some good things happpening. I saw protesters marching in Tulsa denouncing the police one weekend and the next week, two officers go down in the line of duty. One will never go home to his family again. The other may finally get out of ICU. And people who never marched, never spoke out, never really got involved suddenly came out in support of police. It gave me hope. And in this day and age, hope is a miracle.
Detours, challenges, and crisis, Silver, are simply covers for miracles that had no other way of reaching you.
It’s all good,
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Cupcakes, Ding Dongs, and Ho-Hos, Silver, are just plain old miracles.
Okay. So are peanut clusters, chocolate chip cookies, and M&M Blasts. As a writer, and as a human being, I have to remember two things: the need to hope and the necessity of keeping one’s sense of humor. I need to harness the energy swirling around me and translate it into words. I need to use the anger for the black moment and the compassion for the HEA. And the humor for my own sanity. That’s my goal for the rest of this week–sanity. With a side of smiles and a whole lot of hope for more miracles. Let’s forget the bad for a little bit. Share something good in your life. Small miracles. And snack foods, people. Don’t forget the snack foods! ❤