…it’s a white-knuckle ride that can make you sick! Who needs soap operas and the like when their real life is like an episode of the Jeremy Kyle show? I’m not going to elaborate at the moment, except to say that if I published a book about current events, readers will think it’s fiction rather than fact. Let me assure you fact can indeed be stranger than fiction.
I’m about to start working on a book (for my own sanity’s sake) that I had pretty much laid to rest. Recent experience tells me that the story is far from over and I can’t see how it could possibly have a happy ending (except with some wishful thinking on my part). I started to get all philosophical about this, and wondered about the point of me being a good person if it’s so easy for people to screw me over. Why be nice if all that you get in return is misery and heartache? The answer is, because that’s who I am. I feel. I think. I care. I don’t really want to change that, despite the upset it brings me.
Where’s that notepad – I need to start writing. Maybe it won’t make me feel better, but sometimes just consigning thoughts to paper can be helpful…