Good day, bad days, rotten days, and everything in between. I've experienced it all in the past week.
Which is why tonight, I needed an escape.
I opened my novel, excited for the first time in weeks, thrilled to be diving into this other world.
So that I could forget the reality of my own.
It worked. I loved reconnecting with my words, even felt a burst of joy at how much I loved this story. Yes, in many ways writing this novel has been like being in labor for two years - agonizing and painful - but in so many others, this story has pulled me in, made me look beneath the surface of humanity, forced me to examine how we can fool ourselves into believing what we want to believe, self-medicate against the pain, lose our way and struggle to find the right path.
Ironic, perhaps fitting, that so much of what I've been through in the past few months is echoed in my characters' lives. I didn't plan it that way. Yet somehow, connections I never made before are fusing now, deepening and enriching the story in ways I never imagined.
A blessing amidst the furious storm that has raged in my little corner of the world for the better part of a month.
Throughout my life, my words, my writing, have saved me in so many ways.
A blessing indeed.