are harder than others.
Today is one of those sad days because of past events.
And I have something wrong with me. I have a hard time crying when I am alone and need to. I want to cry, but cannot.
Why does your character cry?
Or why do they feel stopped up?
What are the hard parts of your character’s life?
Past the surface, what are the things that make her ache?
And how will you, the author, help them through it? Or will the character always mourn?
Today, I’m thinking of those who have loved and lost, for those who have lost someone they won’t see until the next life, and for those who have lost hope.
You are in my heart.