No one’s ever asked me how I come up with these stories, but in case anyone is genuinely curious…
Months ago, while listening to my standard writing playlist (and working on something else), this song came on. And I was struck.
“Your t-shirt’s lost its smell of you.”
And a scene was born. And then a book (slowly). It’s a sad book, and it’s hard already, but it’s happening, and that’s what’s important.