Writing about murder is easy compared to writing about love.
Just turn on the TV and you’ll see what humans are capable of doing to each other. Rape, murder, and abuse are all over the news, but you never hear about the good stuff. Hardly ever do you hear about what humans are doing for each other.
So how do we find love and companionship through all the carnage?
Let’s face it, we’re all damaged goods, tarnished in some way. That’s what makes us human. Nobody is perfect and nobody has lived a perfect life. Everyone has a story, everyone has a past, and everyone has baggage.
In a negative world and with all this excess baggage how do we find each other?
How do we find love while wading through life with all this extra weight?
As a writer how do you bring two conflicted people together?
I’m still trying to figure this out. Thankfully, the human spirit is resilient. Somehow we find a way. Somehow my characters will find a way too.