While trying to find the words to write in the aftermath of last night’s deadly shooting in Las Vegas, Facebook reminded me that this day last year I released this book trailer of the first book that would feature my maiden name instead of my older author name. Even I wasn’t used to seeing Liz Durano on the trailer but I had just written a story that made me happy from the inside out and it wouldn’t have mattered what name I used although “Durano” is the surname most people in my life know me as and deep inside, I wanted my family to be proud of at least one thing I created.
I never wavered with the way Dax and Harlow’s story was told (except maybe for the lack of an epilogue for the first edition – sorry about that), the characters’ ages or what they went through whether it would be triggering for readers or not. This was a book that wrote itself from April 29 until August because unknown to me then, I was desperate to find my joy and I realized later on that I found it through writing stories like Dax and Harlow’s.
This morning was one of those days when I wasn’t sure about joy anymore or why I should even write. After the events of last night when I went to bed learning there’d been only two casualties then to waking up this morning and finding that number reach 50, I found myself sitting in front of my laptop wondering why I should even write in the midst of all the hopelessness. Where can I even find it when I’m feeling so hopeless? But then, maybe that is the reason to write, too, to find joy… and most of all, hope shining brightly against the backdrop of fear and hopelessness.
Today, my thoughts are with Las Vegas and everyone affected. I could watch the clips and hear the sounds again and again all over social media, or I could start writing my characters’ stories and find hope again and again and again.
Love you all,