I had captured the slow steps of someone moving through the low, dark space.
There’s advice everywhere about how to write more, or find new photos, or set challenges to create new things. That’s not what I need. I need a way to shut out all the new stuff, so I can find a more meaningful image or write a better story.
At hour 11, just to keep pushing, I found myself writing when I had forgotten how to write a proper sentence. How can that be good for me? Because, despite that, I was still writing.
We all have our natural inclinations, but it doesn’t have to be the whole of us.
The world is changing. It always has been, even when we were so young we thought it would stay the same forever.
Originally, a morgue file meant a folder that held all the old notes, articles and other paraphernalia that criminal investigators and reporters kept. This isn’t that.