Grief is universal. It transcends languages, cultures, religions.
The spark, the very initial idea of When Hearts Collide, stemmed from the death of a student that went to my high school. He died when he fell asleep at the wheel and veered into oncoming traffic. After I attended the memorial service, I began to formulate the very skeletal beginnings of this story in my head. Over the years, it has morphed into something almost completely different, but the spark began with grief. I remember my mom reading those very early sketches over ten years ago, which were scenes out of order, with characters who weren’t even developed yet. I remember her excitement and her unwavering support. What I had was good. (even though it wasn’t from a technical standpoint)
This year, I’ve experienced more grief than most people normally experience in a ten year period. Three family deaths in…
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