It was, instead, a day to stare at the blue screen and realize that we are all, every millisecond of our lives, just one breath from unbearable tragedy. That realization — when it’s fresh, at least — does not create a conducive atmosphere for anything creative.
I’m at work on the article for Vision now — it’s nuts-and-bolts work, and something that I can get through even in my current shaky state. I am far too much the writer — I spend entirely to much time seeing in full detail what might have been, unable to let it go because it wasn’t what was.
So that’s where I get it? And here I thought I could blame my too vivid, always-tragic imagination on my dad! (Well, he is Doom of the Gloom and Doom brothers.) Instead, it’s just because I’m a writer and I see things that might have been without even trying.
On a more serious note, I’m so glad your daughter and her boyfriend made it through the accident intact. How scary for you.
Hang in there, Holly. I know what you mean about the writer’s imagination–sometimes too vivid for our own good. I’m glad everyone is okay.