I have been avoiding the light, hiding from life, wishing for a cool quiet oasis in which to ride out the storm of pain and loss that has been raging outside. So far, October can go to hell. Or maybe it has already. My family has We- We have been dealing with real things, impossibly difficult things, scary and crushing and heartbreaking things. Real things, not these imagined and half remembered things that I write about here and adapt for my fiction, no, genuinely terrible events, life changing big and I have found myself unable to process these things in a meaningful way. It has been all too real for me, too serious, too much. I am a fake adult, understand? I am not equipped to deal with adult things. I wear the uniform, but I never want to actually play in the game. And for most of this stuff I am only a peripheral player, a side note, but my head and heart have been filled with worry and terrible grief for the people I love, and I find myself wide open emotionally where ...
Here in the Black and White