The theater’s free sparkling water nips my nose and snaps me from my trance long enough to think about one of my nephews hundreds of miles away. The memory seems random at first.
I’m working on writing a novel. Huzzah! I’ve admitted it’s a huge and scary and long process that might result in a tear-soaked manuscript hidden in a desk drawer under lock and key, but I’m excited about where the process is taking me. Here are some tools that helped me recently break through building out my plot.
For Sunday Sentence project, readers share the best sentence they’ve read during the past week. This past week my face has mostly been in tissues and under the covers. Blah. But here’s one sentence that struck me.