Last night I watched a show called Close Calls. I hate shows like this. Hate them. Like, seriously. They freak me out. They keep me up at night. They bother me for DAYS.
And last night's episode was no exception.
The show is a compilation of amateur videos featuring people who nearly die, but manage to escape--and not unscathed. In fact, in nearly every case, the people were badly, badly injured. To top it off, this particular show seemed to be all about young, defenseless children. As a mother, these are the scenes that feed my worst nightmares. A situation where I'm unable to save my child.
Here's the one that literally kept me up last night. It shows a mother and her two young children, trapped in a burning vehicle. It's the most frightening two minutes I've ever watched on television. Viewer discretion advised.
If you listen carefully, you might be able to hear the off-duty fireman screaming for someone to give him a knife. That's because the little boy's seat belt was locked (a standard result of an accident) and the buckle had melted because of the blazing fire surrounding him.
The first thing I did when I woke up this morning? I packed up my 2-year-old daughter, went to Ace Hardware, and bought a Lifehammer.
It was the fastest--and possibly the best--$20 I've ever spent in my life.
What I Write
My young adult novels are dark, edgy, and realistic. Although I love paranormal and fantasy books, I prefer to create stories that could really happen (and in many cases, really are happening). For me, the echo of a story set firmly in the real world always haunts me long after I've read the final word. If you like Ellen Hopkins, Jay Asher, and Neal Shusterman, you might like my books, too.