I did mean to write a post sooner than I have, but with it being a holiday season I ended up working far more hours and days than I expected to.
Plus, a few of my colleagues ended up off sick. Christmas Day itself is the only day that the restaurant I work at actually closes all year so that has probably been my only peaceful day seeing as I have worked every day since – up until yesterday that is.
I should be writing Delivering Hope right about now. I’m 30k words in, which is great. It’s far further along than I thought I would be after everything. But I’m not writing right now.
Instead, I’m wondering about humanity. Yesterday was Friday 13th. Bad luck according to many, but I don’t think luck had much to do with a lot of the horror of yesterday.
The lights in Paris are out.
And the rest of the world is sharing its grief in France’s national colours. Such is the sadness of our hearts.
