I started imagining a life as a writer a few years ago. In an effort to turn that little fancy into reality, I bought a notebook to carry with me to jot down ideas. When it wasn’t readily available, I added sentence fragments to the notes in my phone.
Midway through quarantine, I found the notebook. As can be expected from all of my Great Ideas, there was a single sentence on the first page. That was it. And I don’t know what it was meant…
