It saves me from wanting to thwap a certain secondary character with a history book.
Right now, I’m in love with the stormy colors of the Atlantic Ocean, all the passion and turbulence of the choppy waves, the other world that is the ferry ride from New London to Long Island. It’s been far too many years since I’ve been on one of those trips, and yet at the moment I find myself, in spirit, on that ferry again. On one of my trips as a young teen, our ferry set off in a storm, and I was breathless, on the deck, chilled hands wrapped tight on the rail, physically unable to wrest myself from the beauty of the storm and the water, the feel of the ferry beneath my feet. One of my parents had to pry my fingers loose and drag me inside, but I still have that moment branded in my heart.
No coincidence that many of my heroines love storms, the sea, or both. Not nice. Not sweet. Not simple (hate, hate, hate that word.) Multilayered and complex. Which is one reason the pink had to go.