No matter how little or how much writing I get done, these updates force me to think about my story every day. A forced marination, if you will. I noticed that when I started them for Jack’s story last year. He was always on my mind. And now so is Reese. This week, her home and her family. Keeping on.
Here are my last sentences written from this past week:
- 12/8: Pungent and lemony.
- 12/9: She hung a plastic shopping bag over the door handle.
- 12/10: I had too much of my dad in me.
- 12/11: Cobwebs on the ceiling and behind the dresser.
- 12/12: Dinner was hot pockets, baby carrots, and Oreos.
- 12/13: Now, the apartment is quiet.
- 12/14: I’m not sure if Mr. Howl hasn’t bothered to repair it yet or if Mom didn’t bother asking.
With Love,
Natalie