Nick peeled the wrapper off a Hershey’s Kiss and popped the chocolate in his mouth.
The writing had been enjoyable. It came much more naturally than he’d expected.
He felt like a paleontologist carefully uncovering a long-buried fossil.
He knew there would be some deep, dark places to visit, if he was going to do things right. But, at the moment, he felt ready for an adventure.
He couldn’t help beating himself up for taking so long to start.
That’s stupid, he then scolded himself. I needed to live life in order to have something to write about.
A teacher once told Nick that the writer’s most valuable resource is his ability to tell the truth.