It was Sunday afternoon and I was carrying a load of laundry into our bedroom. I started folding when I saw Amy slouching over her desk with her hands in her hair staring at her computer. Almost instantly I thought, “This will be interesting.” So I went over and asked her “What are you working on?”
“I don’t remember.” She said.Confused and befuddled, I asked, “How can you not remember what your story is about?”
“Okay. No, what I meant was, I remember the subject, I just- I can’t understand my outline.” I looked over her shoulder and the outline read as follows:
- The guy
- The woman
- The team
- The building
I don’t have any possible clue as to what she was trying to write about. So I asked her and she said, “Me of the past thought it was good enough at the time.