This is my DWP, trying to continue writing, to work on character and scene building so I can start writing a book. 🙂
The first few prompts will be pieces I’ve published on Facebook, to archive them on my own media.
“Write about the last letter you wrote by hand.”
I press delete more often than completing a sentance, but you can’t delete pen, so I continued.
It’s been four years. Faith Hill still haunts me.
I sat at the park, watching the kids play, while I tried to finish a sentance. Just one.
At least one that could tell you how betrayed I felt, how much I loved you, how excited I was when I’d get to see you. But then I’d look at my notebook, and it was still blank, save for a few scratched out words and some doodles of ocean waves and sea weed.
What I wanted didn’t exist, and you gave it to someone who was perhaps more worthy.
But even with my broken dreams, I can still whisper your name and smell the ocean.