|Author Hannah Holborn|
Some years ago I wrote a book’s worth of short stories during downtime on the night shift in a psychiatric group home. One of my clients—let’s call him Fred—was a non-verbal insomniac with a violent history. He spent those months pacing behind my chair. It was just the two of us awake in a dark building while the other inmates slept off their tough days of mental anguish. Fred found the light from my laptop as soothing as I found his pacing.
|The Solitary Bee by Hannah Holborn|
To my great joy and amazement, those stories were published as a book. One reviewer called my characters “unaccountably hopeful”. It’s a phrase I like and one that applies to the characters in the novels I’ve written since. If I learnt anything from my years serving the disadvantaged it is this—no matter how horrific our life circumstances, each of us carries the inextinguishable glow of hope. I believe empathy is simply the recognition of that light in each other.
If the suspense in my books keep you up at night eagerly turning pages, I am thrilled. If the gallows humor makes you laugh out loud, great. If my characters inspire empathy, I am humbled. It is either praise or criticism when my books are described as dark, but then, the darker the surroundings, the brighter the light appears.
|All That Remains by Hannah Holborn|
|Strange Lineup by Hannah Holborn|