Gemotions

The apartment felt empty, echoing with the silence since David had left. Then, buried under a stack of old vinyl records, he found it: a small, spiral-bound notebook. His heart skipped a beat as he recognised Sarah's handwriting. He tentatively opened the first page. “Write a novel.”

He knew she had always dreamt of being an author. He closed the book, then opened it again. He needed to do something, anything, to feel connected to her. He purchased a laptop. He would start his own writing journey.

He began by compiling a list of resources.