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Sometimes, it feels like the bad news will never end. Day after day, the headlines shout at us about violence, racism, hatred, deceit, murder, exploitation, and cruelty. The suffering we are faced with each day is almost too much to take. From the most appalling scenes of war to the meanness visited on an individual animal, each horrific act pierces our hearts, leaving tiny scars that we must quickly heal in order to continue functioning in the world.
But, as writers, it is impossible to stop our minds from extrapolating each headline into an endless and ever-expanding universe of stories. We reconstruct the tragedies in our minds with the hard clarity, realism, and depth of emotion that is part of the storyteller’s craft. We ask questions, ponder the “what ifs,” and – perhaps most frightening of all – we project ourselves into the future, playing out the possible ways the…
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