I’m 4,000 words, several perspective shifts, and one trip to Mexico away from starting my life over.
My life is bigger than a thorn.
Ever have moments of sadness that are so beautiful they’re almost not sad but really very wonderful?
Found some wonderful stink to roll in.
Midsummer holiday lights on a city street’s tree, sparking through another tree with windblown leaves, in a lightning storm, with a candle on a table, in an semi-open bar garden. Heavy rain. Thunder. Writing a ghost story that’s actually a love story that’s actually about love stories being ghost stories. Some night.