Laugh if you like–but there’s one way to make sure I never lose my mind. (Raspberries to those saying I already have!) Let me write. Let me write, and I’ll be happy. Or at least, miserable and productive.
Case in point–it’s been a rough month. It’s been a rough couple months. There’s been some crying going on around here, let me put it that way. But when things get really bad, I don’t run for the mall, or a bottle, or sleeping pills. I run for my computer.
I’ve decided I won’t be killing David off after all. It isn’t necessary, and it makes more sense to the plot to let him survive. But writing the scene was cathartic. Weeping with my characters eased my pain–as well as reminding me that what’s happening to me, isn’t nearly as bad as it could be. As my Marine says, only dead don’t get better. And thank God, my troubles are not due to, or likely to lead to, a death.
But the thought of my Marine as therapist is a rather frightening one. She’d give the phrase “tough love” a whole new meaning!