I’ve had a little time to process now – a couple of hours, at least. I’m angry. Of course I am, and I’m sad and afraid for my country and the people that live here. I’d like to throttle my neighbors and, I suspect, some of my coworkers. In a way, it feels a bit like gearing up for a war I never signed up for. But I know one thing for certain. I’m going to take a few days to grieve and to be upset, and at the end of it, I’m going to continue writing. I’m going to continue to put words out there that are hopeful, and happy – wonderful, joyful words, that make people smile and laugh and remember that there is still a lot worth fighting for and that there’s always light at the end of the tunnel that’s not the train coming through, because that’s what I do as a writer. Let’s all of us take this as an opportunity to write something, or draw something, or compose a symphony or just say something to the people around us that lightens their day and makes it worth it to continue on. Let’s be kind to one another out of sheer spite, if nothing else.