Oh goodness, just write something.
But nothing seems worth writing about.
It doesn’t matter. Ordinary things can make great stories.
Like the time Dad split his pants bending over to look at a can of paint at Sears?
Like the time my sisters and I measured our noses to see whose was bigger?
Like the time I pulled in the driveway and asked my kids where the red car was and they said, “Mom, you’re driving it!”
Like the time we found starfish on the beach?
Like the time Tim made me laugh so hard I wet my pants?
Yeah, write stuff like that.
Okay. Maybe tomorrow.
3 thoughts on “March 12, 2016”
Love the dialogue!! I’ve experienced this!
Thanks for the inspiration.
This made me laugh!!! Your inner monologue will pay off though; now you have 5 more stories to write!