Didn't it make sense that after something horrible happens, something better should follow?

Today was a difficult day. Tomorrow will be better

Didn't it make sense that after something horrible happens, something better should follow?

(His) sadness grew; it became a rock inside him, pulling him down. He carried the sadness everywhere, morning, noon, and night. It hurt to breathe.

My advice to would-be young authors is to read a lot, write a lot, and not worry about creating a finished product. Keeping a journal is not a bad idea either.

When I'm looking for an idea, I'll do anything--clean the closet, mow the lawn, work in the garden.

Sometimes all you can do is say, 'Wow.'