"No, it's not Sunder, but it is writing." That's what I've had to tell myself these last few nights as I've sat down to write a novella about Colbrit Niemeier and Det. Amanda Garrett. You may remember Garrett from a piece I put up a few months back (remember "rosie" written in breath on a cold window pane?). I reread that piece a few times and decided there was something there, between the two of them, that I wanted to explore but I didn't have an idea for the longest time.
That is, until last week when an interesting little paragraph from the police beat section in the local paper caught my eye. "Police are seeking help from the public in locating the occupant of a vehicle found unattended near the water in the Shirley’s Bay area. Investigators say they can’t confirm the identity of the person who was driving and they have not been able to reach the owner." My writer's ears pricked up and I took down some notes and let the idea percolate. What I've come up with so far feels pretty good, despite being in raw, shit draft form. I'm excited to see where it ultimately leads. Maybe in a few weeks I'll have something to share.
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