By Kristin Owens
As writers, we search for universal truths and themes that unite us with readers. It’s our responsibility to express the full range of emotions reflecting the human condition. But I am troubled. It seems lately we are on a downslope of despair. Someone pass me a tissue.
At the recent NCW conference, I spoke with many writers about their projects. The majority seemed to have one thing in common: sadness. The woeful plotlines included teen angst, tragedy, long-slow-suffering-death, even dismemberment (thanks to keynote Chuck Wendig for THAT one). How depressing. What happened to happy?