I have two writing projects underway. The one that’s got me excited starts with these lines:
“Grandma didn’t like me. I knew this well before I was old enough to ask my mom or even my dad about it. But there was no doubt: she didn’t like me. In fact, she didn’t like any of us. Not my mother, not my brother, not even my dad, her son.”
My question: What do you want to know and why? Where does your imagination take you?