And then it just hit me.
As if I was trying to recall an item from the grocery list.
Only this was more significant. This was a key scene missing from my storybook. Something I've been chewing on for, oh, about a year.
And while sitting on the sofa watching my son play on the floor, my mind started writing.
This is why a girl has to forego a spotless Pottery Barn house and keep cups of pens and drawers of blank paper within reach.
You never know when you'll be unblocked.
