I can't sing or carry a tune. But the music still flows through me. So I write. And I read. And I observe. This is a little of all of that.
I also have a single sentence. I've had it for years. It commemorated my sister, and then she passed away before I had a chance to write something around it. Then I wrote a book about the post office. I don't think it will ever be published, but by gum, right in the middle I made up a woman and had her say my sentence. It feels really good to have given it a home instead of having it flapping out all by itself in the breeze.