The workings of the human heart are the profoundest mystery of the universe. One moment they make us despair of our kind, and the next we see in them the reflection of the divine image
[Charles W. Chestnut (1858-1899) ]
Lovely bloggie friends - thank you for your kindness after yesterday's post.
Just to say I don't personally know Bin. I met her here in blog world and she was kind enough to help me with my passworded doc that I couldn't open.
I'm sure you've all seen her latest post. I, like you, await further news.
I am feeling more optimistic for Bin and that poor cat than I did this time yesterday though. I didn't think my heart could break any further.
And yesterday, I was supposed to have written my story for my latest assignment. The one that I bought all those women's mags for. The story I wanted to write was supposed to be lighthearted and optimistic with a realistic feel and one that could be read in a weekly women's mag.
But given yesterday's heartbreak I found it very difficult to create such an environment.
I was more likely to write a vampire story or something horrific!
So I guess being able to turn off one's current emotions to write to satisfy a commercial writing market is something I am yet to acquire!
Anyway, if I hear any further news from Bin (I've emailed her too, poor woman!) I'll let you know.
Thank you once again for being supportive and kind and as outraged!
The blogging world ROCKS!