This morning I’m really struggling to find my sunny side. I’m angry. I’m angry about terrorists’ blasts in London. I’m angry about Shasta and Dylan Groene and that anyone, but especially children, are touched by such evil. I’m angry that women endure gang-rape in Pakistan because their fathers, brothers, husbands, and/or male cousins do something stupid (pardon me for not fully comprehending the deterrent factor there).
And in the midst of my seething anger, I realize this is why I write romance. Not because I’m angry, but because we all need to stop and remember that in the midst of all the chaos of our world, there is still goodness and love and light. Today, I need to write that happy ending.
Jen
