It’s one of those moments in which I sit down to write, but every time I do, I’m overwhelmed by sorrow. You see, a father has just returned home from a tragic sea voyage only to discover he had been gone for seven years and his dearly beloved wife is dead. I’m trying to work through his reaction to the shock, but it’s bitterly unfair.
It’s moments like these where I hope the story moves my readers as much as it has me. It’s moments like these when I feel the strongest as a writer. You can make a reader laugh or scare their boots off with a wild adventure, but if you can break their hearts for a character, make them bleed with him, that is the highest achievement.
Please, excuse me. I have to go comfort a grieving husband and hope and pray he’ll be all right in the end.
This has been,
Fanny T. Crispin