A Little Game of the Pause

(An Invitation, If You Feel Like It)

I’ve been sitting with a thought this weekend. Not working, not pushing — just quietly playing around with it. It’s a simple thing, really.
What if we pitched… not to publishers, not to markets, not to agents — but to ourselves?

What if you could distill your story — the one you’ve written, the one you’re writing, or maybe the one you’re becoming — into something that would fit in a two-floor elevator ride?
Not to sell it.
Not to win anything.
Just to hear it spoken.
To see if it hums.

It might be:

• The story you’ve lived.

• The story you’ve longed to write.

• The story you’ve needed to hear.

It’s not about perfection. It’s not even about getting it ‘right.’
It’s about the flicker — the one you carry.

I’ll share mine soon. I’d love to hear yours, if you feel like playing along. No pressure, no rush, just a gentle gathering of story fragments.

Sometimes that’s all we need — the flicker that says, I’m still here.