Yes, I am happy. Very happy. Jumping for joy happy. Nope, I did not win a lottery. This is better, actually. Yeah, better than winning a lottery. I may actually have talked about this before. Doesn’t matter. I’m gonna talk about it again. It’s different this time anyhow.
For at least the last twenty years I’ve wanted to write a book. Nothing to do with ego, I have just always thought there was one in me. God knows I tried. I gave myself headaches trying to come up with topics. I’d write a few sentences, maybe a paragraph or two, only to end up ripping the sheet of paper off the pad, crumpling it up in a ball and tossing it. I even took a book writing course, which I really enjoyed. Not that
What is there left to be said about the bombings in Boston? Nothing. Not really. But still, we all feel the need to say something. To try to express how we feel. The words don’t come easy.
I was shooting a video for a client when I heard the news. The videographer’s partner texted him. We just stared at each other in stunned disbelief. And resignation because, tragically, we’ve become all too used to this.
So I did what hundreds of thousands of other men and women were, no doubt, doing. I immediately reached for my iPhone and googled ‘Boston Marathon’.
Not because I’m ghoulish. I think I just needed some proof. I didn’t want to think it was true.
Sadly, it was true. Yet another senseless act. Illogical. Unexplainable. Unfathomable. Outrageous. Hideous. Continue reading →