I’m home. The sun is shining, and it’s all good, but after the greatest summer in my hometown, I feel I need a lot more time to properly arrive. I’m still coming to terms with all the memories that hit me around the head at every street corner. Suddenly, it seems impossibly hard to make your home elsewhere.
I have an urge to write about it. It will be a big, fat novel that makes me and everyone else see clearly. I will be rich and famous. The End.
What would you like to write about this week?