Things I think about…

Sometimes I get ideas for my books from life and current events. I want to write about the uncomfortable things that no one talks about, but things that they themselves experience or are witnesses to. My goal in writing the book I am currently working on, is to encourage people to have the difficult conversations that we choose not to have. 

Conversations I have going on inside my brain at night:

Where is the world headed? How did we get to the point we are at? What happens when a tyrannical corporation rules the planet?

Talking about our feelings, are we sad, hurt or angry and why?

Thr person that suffers from depression. What causes them to feel hopeless?

The alcoholic that became sober. What caused them to drink, and how did they overcome their addiction?

The girl down the street that had an abortion. Why did she do it? And was she ok with that decision? How did that experience have an impact on her life?

What kind of man beats on a woman? Why do they choose to stay or leave?

Circumcision. Why do we still practice it in the U.S? Isn’t it Genital mutilation regardless of the sex of the child? What about the child’s rights? Why cut off the most sensitive part of the body? Could this be why sex crimes and violence are so prevalent in society? 

Breast-feeding. Why do people sexualize breasts? Aren’t they meant for feeding babies? 

The guy that climbed the Trump Tower today, why in the world did he want a personal meeting with him? What was he thinking? Is he a psychopath or autistic? If any of you saw that video, he seemed devoid of emotion when he was talking. Just odd.

The Clinton Foundation. Why do they accept money from foreign government? You think this would be a conflict of interest. How far down the rabbit hole does this go?

To be alive. What does that mean? 

What is my purpose? 

Why can’t I sleep?

Perhaps because I ask to may questions and stay up all night thinking what if? 

And there you have it. That is how an idea, a book, a story is born. Out of the difficult questions we ask ourselves, because everyone else is too polite to ask them.

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