Sunday, February 20, 2011

A glimpse into my writer world

I have been quietly sobbing for the past hour while I work on a chapter. There are tissues. There are sympathetic family members but my heart is hurting as hard as it has when REAL people die or suffer.

Am I sick? Is there somthing wrong with me?

I figure that it doesn't matter (Tania wipes a stray tear from her left cheek) whether you are in 11th or 21st Centuary - sad, bad stuff happens to people we love.