Suburban hell has actually inspired me. Alhumdullilah. Yesterday I went to the next county to go to the rinky dinky Walden Books at the mall. I bought a book that brought tears to my eyes because there was life breathing out of the pages. Then it all came to me. Word after word. I had to rush home to write. I finally got it.
Now I am sitting in a booth at my brother’s restaurant. Broad Street and lots of trees are my view. The shack down the road holds the Sheriff’s office and the Post Office. I am being serious it is a shack. I am no longer in the suburbs this is pure country. Papi says there is a spirit here that walks in circles. He thinks he will whisper stories to me. Right now I don’t care where I get my stories from I’m just glad that I am writing.
My friend told me he would pray for me to write. It worked. So, if you can pray for me, too, I would appreciate it.