Well, I got one wish on my Christmas list this weekend. A shiny new idea.
Unfortunately I feel like it's tainted with tragedy. Yesterday tragedy struck our street once again in the form of a sixteen-year-old suicide.
It seems like one house after another on our street has fallen to tragic ends over the last year and a half. It leaves you wondering, "What's next? When is it my turn again?"
It immediately brought to mind Jay Asher's THIRTEEN REASONS WHY as all the neighborhood kids gathered, wondering why. Just why. They all want to know WHY. But I'm kinda glad they don't. So much guilt could be associated with the why, and I would never wish that on any of them.
But out of it blossomed a story idea. Something new for me -- a contemporary piece. A piece about tragedy and grief, and how one teenager handles the consuming fear of the questions, "Why?" and "What next?"
Forgive me for being a downer today, I'm in a very contemplative mood. I didn't know the neighbors daughter well, but it's hard not to be effected by such a thing.
Hug the ones you love a little tighter tonight, and make sure they know how much they mean.