What does this have to do with anything? It only reinforces the fact that no matter how bad you've got it, things could always be worse. Too hot in south Florida to even step outside? Not as hot as being buried in lava. My son refusing to poopy on the big potty? Better than mushroom clouds and 3" pumice hailstones. So be encouraged, people. And if you happen to live near an active volcano...well, vaya con Dios.
On an up note, some super nice people have invited me to post at their blogs, so today, you can find me at...
I Am Alive, wherein I discuss my bucket list of favorite literary settings
Finding Bliss, wherein I share some useful self-publishing tips
Keyboard & Camera, wherein I wax philosophical with the 15-year-old Becca
A Writer's Muses, wherein I ponder the similarities between stories and soup
Have a productive, uplifting, and non-apocalyptic week!