When you are sad, the surrounding landscape can be kind of dreary and the terrain endlessly monotonous. It’s like a gremlin of unhappiness has scampered ahead of you on the trail and taken the time to deface it. She’s used her chainsaw to fell a few trees; she’s picked up her trusty paint roller and muted all those glorious colours with a bland coat of pigeon grey.
What are you going to do when the gremlins attack? Sit and sulk? Meh. You’re no wimp. Five to one, you’re going to keep trudging along anyhow, though some of those under-your-breath-mutters are going to be profane and foul. Yup, you come from hardy stock. If your life has devolved into putting one foot in front of the other, then that’s what you’re going to do–you’ll keep walking the path, hardly noticing that your surrounding world is now a palette of grey.
Buck up buttercup. Turns out gremlins are wage earners. If you don’t pay them, they’ll move on.
After the second past-due notice, my gremlin gave up on bedevilling me and now I see colour again. Damn, life is pretty when you open your eyes… Spirit-lifting greens, heartfelt yellows, blues-peircing periwinkles. Plus, all those obstacles that once so pained me? Wish I could say they were all gone, but life is still life. Trees are still going to do face-plants, but the difference is that now I know I’m fit enough to clamber over or under their felled trunks.
So there you go. A life lesson via Leigh Evans: stop paying the freakin’ gremlin bill, and happiness will grow again.
Now for some publishing news: THE DANGER OF DESTINY, Hedi’s Story Complete, will be released on March 3rd. In this fourth and final Mystwalker novel, you’ll find the answers to all the questions you’ve harboured since you finished PROMISES. I’m betting one of those questions runs along the lines of: “Is Leigh Evans going to break my heart or is Leigh Evans going to make me happy with this book?”
*grin* You’ll have to read the novel to know the answer.
Finally, on a completely irreverent note, I’ll finish this post with a picture of Atticus, the super-dog, aged four months. Yup, he’s a piece of my new happiness…