I can’t decide if it’s ironic or completely obvious that this blog would be so difficult to write.
Perhaps I needed to wait until a quiet dawn. When the sky lightens moment, by moment, imperceptible at first and all of a sudden there it is. Daybreak.
Mercy, in many ways, is about letting go. The title suggests it, the act of mercy suggests it, and the painting itself is a manifestation of it, both in its creation and when Carly has to part with it.
I’ve written before about going to the places that scare me the most.
One of the most frightening things about tackling a story is making sure I do justice to it. Have I portrayed it in a meaningful way? Will it resonate with the reader? The worst betrayal to a character I can think of is giving short shrift to the importance of their story. And it’s so easy to do.
When I was in middle school we had been given a project in shop class. I have no reco...