You’re probably thinking at me askance right now. This is Part 1 of my story? So it’s going to be 6 paragraphs long? No, but stories are all about cumulative momentum (at least for me). While this may be all that’s been typed, I spent great swaths of the day trying out various feels, plots, characters, setting and premises. Most of the first day working on anything for me is mostly filled with facing of against a blank screen. Once the ideas have been fitted together and the blankness of the screen broken, it all starts moving much faster. So stay tuned. This beginning, as with any beginning, leads to a middle and an ending.

PART 1

After Hannah died Craig often found himself wandering from room to room in his house with no clear sense of what he was doing. He would pick things up at random, wondering when the last time was that she’d touched it. He tried painting as a recovery tool—watercolors—but he was terrible at it and everything he attempted seemed to end up muddy gray. He was okay with that. He was also terrible at grieving and found himself generally feeling gray and muddy.

To be continued…