Strawberry Shortcake Murder
It is not quite writing about this writing but it is about writing…
Hannah sat down at the white Formica table she’d found at the thrift shop and reached for the green-lined stenographer’s notebook that was a twin to the ones in every other room in her condo. There was something wonderful about a blank sheet of notepaper. The lines were there, just waiting to be filled, and the page could turn into anything from a grocery list to the opening of The Great American Novel. The possibilities were endless.
I like the humble nature of the acquisition of the means of production: a thrift shop table, steno pads. And the note of humour in juxtaposing the practical grocery list and the elusive beast of the Great American Novel.
And so for day 2933