Much of the news right now could make you want to cringe inside. It’s enough to make you wish humans hibernated. I watched Obama’s speech on Ferguson. I’ve also seen photographs of two boys buried alive by a slow plow. Another story I read was about a child near Atlanta who was taken from his mother and forced to live behind a fake wall. What’s worse than that? The child’s mother never reported it to the police.
In spite of all these headlines, I choose to believe that there is a future that will transcend all our collective ignorance and pettiness and that we are, as writers, to be an active force in bringing that reality to fruition. I’m not talking about the ambition of idealists. I’m talking about navigating people through the darkness until we find streams of light to follow.