I have two theories for you. The first is about the apocalypse. I don't think it will be one big event. I think that

apocalypsees happen all of the time.

We all have them when someone dumps us,

or the depression fog comes rolling in.

Families have them when a young parent gets cancer or loses a job.

Societies have them when unjust laws are passed,

or when it suddenly seems as though half of a country is standing up and saying,

me too.

I've had a few. My dad got a brain tumor when I was eight. My

grandparents lived at the Northridge Earthquake Epic Center in 1994 and a few years ago, I started living in constant contemplation of

the apocalypse. The photos of Hurricane Harvey and Maria initiated my spiral.

The latest climate change report that will be all but underwater in 20 years was the most recent log on that fire.

Now here's my second theory. the most recent log on that fire.

Now here's my second theory.

I think writing romance novels

can help us get ready for these apocalypsees.

In the heart of my recent spiral, while hiding under my covers, and trying to distract myself from thoughts about how to put my dog down when we run out of food, I started reading romance novels to calm myself down enough to fall asleep.

And then I started writing one of my own.

I won't tell you all of the juicy details but let's just say I have a great

imagination. It involves a Jewish girl living on Harvard Yard with a really cute dog

who has to pick between two brilliant and hunky men who are both understandably

completely in love with her and it was so fun to write and it was so fun to write. And it was also healing. It was healing to stop

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