I find it comical some of the things my younger self once wrote. Sorting through things in my office has been an interesting little trip down memory lane. I’ve found things and wondered, “When did I write this” or “Why did I write this”. I have found a little book that I kept several poems in, along with a book I stored my writing pieces from Creative Writing class my Senior year of High School, a news paper article I wrote and the ONE book with my published poem that happened in 1999. I have SO many little journals – it’s a good thing my husband is building me lots and lots of shelves.
Anyway, I thought you might find the trip down memory lane enjoyable while I work on Union’s story. It’s 1882 and she is currently getting off the train in a dry and dust filled town, wondering if her journey will ever end. The poor girl, she’s so tired and I must get back to her story so that she might find some rest.