A little idea that came from someone else. Epistolary fiction in the form of actual letters and postcards. Writing with someone else isn’t new to me, but writing when you don’t know what is going to be fleshed out and what isn’t, when you see words crossed out you can’t decipher–when you’re writing in the headspace of someone who isn’t you, is definitely a new experience. The wait doesn’t help, either. I’ll be watching my mailbox with even hungrier eyes now.
From M–both ways.
And this one out.
(Card choices have meaning, which sometimes makes me feel like I need to sit down. Just cold, M. Just cold.)