That really says it all, don’t you think? When it seems like humanity’s gone crazy and all’s wrong in the world, I can pick up a book and forget it all. I can pick up a book and transport myself into a realm of myths and legends, of fantasy, of horror. A place where good triumphs over evil and love live happily ever after.
As a writer, I can create the same worlds for myself and for others. It’s harder than just picking up a book and reading but it’s worth it. To have created a world like that. I don’t need to pick up the book to lose myself in it because it’s all in my head. I know all the ins and outs and I can make it how I want it to be.
It’s too bad I can’t do the same with the real world.
So I read and I write and I try to ignore the bad stuff happening. Some of it gets through and I can’t stop that, but I can continue to read and write and try to spread happiness where I can.