It’s a challenge to be optimistic during difficult times - I know that I struggle with it. Emily, the heroine of my developing book, finds this particularly difficult when she is forced to move to a new city and leave the man she loves. As she arrives in the city, she inadvertently draws a comparison between the city and her own feelings of abandonment.
The decaying buildings were coated with layers of murky filth from decades of carbon monoxide spewed by speeding cars. It was deeply embedded in the wood, which made it hard to see what was once new and magnificent. Through the lens of my darkened mood, all I could see was the damage clinging to the building as a testimony to what people do without regard for preserving the ancient building. I couldn’t think about it anymore; I had to shut my eyes and stop the onslaught of barren, cracked, and damaged images. When I closed my eyes and repeated the words barren, cracked, and damaged - I realized that I was describing myself. I felt barren, cracked, and damaged, and arriving in this unwanted city was a match to exactly how I felt all the time.