Snapshots

I’ve been sitting here for an hour and have nothing to show for it. The fact is, my mind is elsewhere. An outline is forming around this new story idea, and for the moment I’m finding it hard to concentrate on anything else.

Still here.

Yeah, I’ve got nothing. Just a head full of small-town images: long, low buildings, faded and shredding at the seams like old denim; dormant cornfields, exhausted cows; gas-station sign missing two of its letters; an old brown barn in slow-motion collapse, leani...