Found: forgotten phone notes for Blue Hour (once Blue Mountain)
Found: photographs I took on small walks (things I told myself would be useful for the novel)
Found: old ideas became new ideas became whole chapters became rejected edits became rewritten paragraphs
Found: the smallest thoughts that completed a manuscript
Found: my head, my dreams, things I don’t remember thinking
Found: memories of notes I’m positive have been erased and aired and erased again but keep coming back every time I open archived digital folders.
Found: this is a way you can write a novel when you think you have nothing inside you