I have always thought of myself as a writer. I have files and notebooks of unfinished stories and poems; they are work in progress. I wonder if even one story will ever be finished … am hopeful though.
The only writing I am good at is the grocery list and yes, that’s usually finished.
Then comes the other shopping list, the one that seems endless—I think ladies, you know what I am talking about. If it’s not what you thought was already bought, and then told its finished, lost, or cant be found, it means the list is not moving at all.
I hope to finish this story one day.
Maybe just maybe …