When a writer resorts to pictures…Posted: November 14, 2015 Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: Paris 1 Comment
Because some days, when I really want to say something profound — something to help the world make sense or the grief ache less, something to ease the horror and despair — there’s nothing in my mind but fog. White noise and static…
Still, luckily for me, on those days there are writers like Tolkien, who’ve already said it for me.
My thoughts are with everyone affected by the attacks in Paris, and the ones in Beirut, and with anyone else who has suffered violence at the hands of another.
Well said, Cassandra 🙂