If I focus, I’ll have the first section of my book finished by the time we land. It’s not great, but the bones of it are there. Something to work with, anyway, and plenty of ideas. It has been cathartic getting it out of my brain and onto the page over the last few months. I’ve been sending it to Grace, chapter by chapter, and she’s been encouraging. But then, she always is. I wanted to write about grief, but it’s landing on the page as so much more than that. Maybe because, even in loss, there’s so much more to life.
