Medicine

Life sucks, some days are so bad you want to crawl on your couch, wrap up in your favorite blanket and get lost in a book or movie or just a great CD.  Today I started having one of these moments.  My couch was calling to me with my blanket already warm and a full box of kleenex.  I really wanted to give in and be one with the sofa.

Luckily for me there was not enough time for that.

On my way to school I busted out The Bravery and their latest album.  I rocked out to angry love/hate music (probably ranked as emo).  That's when I remembered we all have our own medicine.  A way to escape the world without risk of losing your job, or going bankrupt.  My escape comes in the form of reading a book about worlds where good beats evil and if it doesn't there's a sequel to repair the chaos.  Sometimes I listen to music (okay, I always listen to music), it's like a mini vacation from my day.  The final escape is when I write.

I currently write paranormal romance.  I run off into a world where anything I imagine can be true.  The impossible becomes possible and characters only die if I let them.  My boss; who I adore and totally respect, thinks that my choice of writing is a waste of time and lacks any contribution to the better world.  I beg to differ my writing is what gets me up in the morning and sends me to work each day.  My world is driven by the scenario, scenes and people I encounter at work. 

My book may never solve world hunger or end the national debt.  But I bet somebody will find that it is the exact medicine that they need to go to work the next day. I can't wait for me medicine to be ready for mass distribution.