Wait, don’t leave. I didn’t mean to be quite so in your face about it. Let me take a step back, take another gulp of wine, chill for a moment. It’s not your fault I’m having more drama in my real life than I could possibly write into my books. (Okay, not really. I can write some serious drama, trust me. Still, when it happens in real life, it is seven hundred times more potent.)
I won’t get into the details, because frankly, I’m not ready to talk about it yet. Call it denial. Really, call it that, because that’s exactly what it is. I am not dealing, because honestly, I have so much else going on in my life, I have to compartmentalize, prioritize, and emotionally deal when I know I can handle it. Right now is not that moment. Where’s that third glass of wine?
So back to writing about it. Outside of this incredibly ambiguous blog post, I am not sure I can write about it. True confession: I did think about writing about it, when I first found out about this bad thing. I honestly thought, Oh boy, a new storyline. I don’t even need to research this one, because I’m living it. And I don’t need to know how it’s going to end, because in my head, everyone always gets a happily ever after. So I can write my own ending, the one I want to happen. The one I desperately hope happens.
Once upon a time, I wrote about the one who got away, (The Bartender), and in the book, well, he doesn’t get away. (Sorry for the spoiler – but it’s still a good book, I swear.) My fantasy of living in a small, northern Michigan town, in a house on a lake, that happens in The Resort Series. (Okay, it’s a river, but it feeds into a lake.) When friends of mine went through a divorce, I wrote Separation Anxiety, because I was determined they would work things out. (They didn’t – but the book has a happy ending, because, well, that’s how I write.)
Maybe writing about it is exactly how I cope with bad things (or good things). Maybe write about it is exactly what I need to do. Maybe I need to apologize to you, dear reader, because you may have been right, when I was insistent you were wrong, back in the first paragraph.
Or maybe we’re both right. Because maybe, someday, I will write about it. Not right now, though. I’m not ready. Heck, it took me nearly twenty years to write The Bartender. But maybe… someday. Maybe I will incorporate it into a storyline – maybe it will be the storyline – and I will ensure everyone involved (the good guys, anyway) gets their happily ever after. Because no matter what happens in real life, in my world – the one you all enjoy reading so much – happily ever after really does exist. I guarantee it.
Tami Lund writes books, and they always have a happy ending. She also wants you not to worry, because everything will be okay. And if you want to see what else she writes (and blogs), take a look over HERE.