Want to play along? It’s fun and easy!I didn’t go to my husband’s funeral.It was a closed-casket service, so there’d be no closure from seeing him one last time. I didn’t care to see him again anyway, closure or no. All the tearful sentiments—he was so young, it was so tragic, he was such a wonderful man—would have sent me right into the ground with him. I couldn’t stomach the thought of one more person patting my shoulder and telling me how sorry they were, how horrible it must be for me, and to call if I needed anything at all.The day before they buried Sam, I quietly packed whatever I couldn’t live without into my truck. The next morning, around the time family and friends were probably all dressed in black and filing into the church, I climbed into the cab and drove out of town without looking back.
1. pick a project – a current WIP, contracted work or even something readers can buy if you’re published
2. pick six sentences
3. post ‘em on your blog or website on Sunday