Part of Discovery Writing is a lot of fun. I get to be the first one who knows where my story is going. But that is also the hardest part, especially at the beginning of a new piece. I thought I had an idea for an overall direction for this new one before I started. It has already veered off of that, and I am only 8,000 words into it.
8
Jake
I wish I could fall asleep as easily as Susie had.
She had been so cute, playing her game with me earlier. Then it was as if someone threw a switch, and she was out in mid-sentence before she could tell me—
Tell me what? That is the problem. Did she really know anything about my father and me? Something I have forgotten? I mean, sure, my father wasn’t what we would call “present” in my childhood, by today’s standards. Had she simply intuited something about me from my expression, or was it more than that? I mean, since she could suddenly see things that most other people couldn’t, my mom and Thomas, for example—Thomas, whom she had never met. Because he had died before Rose and I decided to start a family.
What time is it—
“Daddy, you are overthinking this—time as you are thinking about it, isn’t really a thing. You should know this already if you remember what my Gramma Emi talked about.”
Susie? Where is she?
Memory is the Key 