3.50/366: gonna write some words

I headed to sleep the other night, washed my face, put on my nightgown, got in bed, and turned on my sound machine app — then it hit me — the first sentence. I’ve had an idea rolling around forever, but didn’t know where to start or if it would even make sense.

Then my sister died. Did I tell y’all my sister died? My sister died.

And it’s been months ago, but it’s freeing for a writer.

My therapist had me write a letter to her and that was sort if the start of thoughts that fell out. They fell out of me, the sky, everywhere. And I picked them up, wrote some down and put some in my pockets until this pop happened when I closed my eyes the other night. The first sentence. I don’t have the title yet, but I have the sentence.

And this is me getting to work. Typewriter shirt on. Not writing on one, though.