Last night was our newsroom Halloween party.
I was dead:
One of the kids was a little girl. She brought a kids book, a lot like the ones I read when I was little. Only hers was called Where Do Babies Come From?
It had pictures.
If I had read that when I was a kid, I would’ve been traumatized.
I started my new book. It took a TON of restarts, but I finally like how it begins.