The situation was so heavy that I had to take a week-long sabbatical from writing just to recover from the hit.
Backed up on editing, backed up on writing … and my NanoWriMo count … Duuuuuuuuuuuude I don’t … I mean … I don’t even know how that’s going to get back on track. Maybe if I had a Bill Murray Groundhog kind of day experience I could catch up on what I lost. But I have no movie magic to make that happen.
As a writer you would think I had a lot to say … I mean many people had a lot to say, but there were just no words for this epic fail of a decision.
So now I’m left to turn to hope … just like the rest of the country, well at least half of it, channeling anger into something positive and just waiting for the inevitable disaster to hit and brace for impact. Too bad Captain Sully is not the pilot of this plane we’d have a better outlook for our future.
But in the wake of all this mess I did what I always do … tried to find the funny in not so funny situations and hope during hopeless times.
I’ve got to say Eleanor Roosevelt is pretty badass when it comes to hope …
So I went to Bed, Bath, and Beyond and hung out in the Beyond section looking for some pretty awesome candles, I mean the best ones they could possibly have … like the ones in glass with some lemongrass aroma in there. And considering the situation I might need more than one, at least two, three or ten.
So I’m lighting them up, channeling my energies, and ready to return to the page. This one, courtesy of fellow blogger Jaime over at Live To Write, helped me find the words.