Ever wonder what stories occur behind the scenes of your favorite novel? Check back often to read read journal entries by your favorite characters from BEND ME, SHAPE ME. Here's an entry from Jo's Journal now.
What is it about the city that draws me to it? I came from Iowa, for God’s sake: corn-bred and cornbread, rolling green hills, potlucks, farm fields stretching across acres and acres. And cows–God, I miss cows with their soft brown eyes and wide noses.
Yet I am drawn to, no–energized by, the dirt and grime of Chicago, the press of buildings and people, the road rage.
Don’t get me wrong. I also love the country, the wide open spaces. Oh God, I long to just to sit on the shore somewhere and watch the waves beat against the rocks, or to be isolated in the wilds of Canada, in a peaceful shaft of sunlight streaming through a canopy of pine boughs. The birds and the squirrels and the wind like sustenance for my soul.
But here I’m–intense, alive, wrapped up in life. You can’t exist in isolation, not anymore. Life isn’t peace and contentment and pretty flowers sniffed by the noses of perfect, happy go lucky human beings. Life sucks. It’s hard and dirty and tries to grab you by the throat sometimes and choke the life out of you.
But you can’t let it. That’s what make life so interesting, that’s what makes life worth living. The fight to not let the darkness win.