Ha. As if.
For the past two and a half years, I’ve buried myself in the fantasy world of romance writing. My reason is simple: reality keeps bringing me down. Embracing the genre of happily-ever-after endings allows me to mould the world to a kinder, more generous place.
In the meantime, I’m still reading a wide range of fiction. My most recent bedside book is Fahrenheit 451. Written in 1953, Ray Bradbury’s dystopian story is about a ruthless totalitarian state. It depicts a government that attempts to destroy knowledge by censoring and burning books. The harsh regime demands unquestioning loyalty to its version of the truth. Sound familiar?
Lately, powerful bullies, funded by a war chest of taxpayer dollars, have combined resources to try to force through a massive building project on our quiet, residential street. Sometimes a person can only ignore abuses of power for so long.
I’ve come out of my burrow now, ready to fight. Perhaps if I can make a difference in this one small corner of the globe I will take this energy to bigger battles.
In my writing life, I will continue with my romantic fantasies a while longer. It’s important to have an escape, a safe place where fairy tales come true and human decency abounds.
What is your escape? Where do you go when things overwhelm you?
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