Writing update from Indiana this week. While I’m not on a “writing retreat” vacation, I’ve put in more words than usual this past week (read: more than the bare minimum because my work brain was taking over my whole brain).
What I want: to reset this week and work out a plan to put energy into the things that matter to me. Like writing.
In the meantime, here are the last sentences I wrote from this past week:
- 4/14: Now that I’d seen her in an apron holding hands with my father, that is.
- 4/15: “Our parents pay property taxes,” she says and then steps through the fence like that cleared everything right up.
- 4/16: She told me no running tonight, but brought me to a track.
- 4/17: I used to imagine us doing this together.
- 4/18: I squeeze back and then pull as to a stop so I can kiss her.
- 4/19: There’s someone waiting behind the home end zone.
- 4/20: My cheek smashes back into the grass.
With Love,
Natalie