I saw a conversation between two friends on Twitter that has followed me through my morning. One commented that sometimes darkness wins, to which the other replied they couldn’t let themselves believe that. The first rejoined with an example that, unfortunately, illustrated her point all too well.
I tend to be of the mindset of the second friend. I refuse to believe that darkness gets to win. That’s why I can’t stand movies or books that don’t have a happy ending, or that allow the darkness of the world to set the tone.
It’s why I write books that talk about horrific subjects like human trafficking, but I’d describe the books themselves as warm and funny more than dark. I acknowledge the darkness because it’s there and it needs to be fought. To ignore it won’t make it go away.
But in my world, and my books, if it look like the darkness is winning, then the fight isn’t over yet.
Published on December 07, 2012 07:20