I read this blog post by L.K. Madigan earlier today and, once you read it, you’ll understand why I haven’t been able to get it off my mind. I don’t know Lisa - not personally - but of course, I know who she is, the community of YA writers being relatively small. I know she won the Morris award last year for Flash Burnout; I watched her sweet and gracious thank you vlog back then. And I know her as a member of the Debs, the debut group just before mine, who’ve shared their experiences and advice so freely with us.
I’ve heard similar terrible news over the last weeks: a seventeen year old killed in a car accident, another – in a different accident – critically injured, the shootings in Arizona.
We all know life is finite and fragile. But the truth is we don’t really understand or believe until it shows up at our door. Or the door of someone we can so easily imagine as ourselves.
I think about death a fair amount, mostly because I write about it. But, of course, I write about it because it was on my mind to start with. Considering the end focuses the doing and the being. Reminds me that the time for both is limited. But in an abstract way. Nothing like what Lisa’s dealing with.
There’s no real point or tidy summation to this post. I just wanted to say thank you to Lisa for your openness today about how soon and suddenly things can change.
Good luck. I am pulling for you.