Many Americans seem to think that the vicious racism that has stained our history all happened in the South, the states of the old Confederacy. Not so. Not even close.
We find joy and replenishment in solitude, but despair in loneliness, and terror in solitary confinement. What is it about being alone that makes those feelings more intense?
When we talk about the heroic journey of myth and story, we’re usually talking about a man’s adventures. A woman’s heroic journey often starts in different circumstances, and it ends differently. And it can be harder to write in historical fiction.