On a spring afternoon too many years ago, the two of us were hanging out. One of us was spending her day off tending to her apartment, while the other followed behind sharing an idea for a story. It was only after it was made clear that there wouldn’t be any listening, unless the other sister joined in the swiffering, that the ideas began rolling. As the dusting slowed, we found ourselves in our first writers’ session. It was all shits and giggles as we toyed with the premise and named charac...
Published on October 24, 2018 16:16