I don’t expect all of you to understand but I am constantly amazed at the quirky workings of the writers mind. I’ve been working on this story for awhile, set in the southwest, based on immigration struggles. I have some good characters and I good idea of how I want the end product to flow but I was having a hard time stringing together a strong narrative out of everything.

Then, earlier today while I was in the laundry room of all places, it suddenly came together in my mind. It was like every single piece suddenly fell into place and I felt like a darned fool for not having seen it before.