I love a good metaphor, don’t you? Have a look at this sentence I read recently in the upcoming release The Silver Suitcase by Terrie Todd: She lay awake far too long, trying in vain to push waves of grief back into the vast ocean called Sorrow. There is such a sense of hopelessness embodied in this imagery (especially when it ends the chapter, like it does in this book).  You don’t have to have been to a beach to know the impossibility of trying to stop waves from coming to shore; the relentless incursion. But do you notice that