She couldn't find the time anymore. Back then she could only write regularly because of a trick she learned from a co-worker named Abe.
He said, "All you need to do is have a
notebook
with you. Make sure it's not a nice one. The nicer the notebook, the more you'll feel that it has to be something profound you write."
So she got the ugliest notebook she could find. Shoved it in her purse. And within a week she was writing. About her life. Nonsensical things she thought at first. But whenever she'd look back at what she wrote, she'd find them meaningful.
She filled about 12 notebooks this way. Would put a piece of masking tape on the cover after finishing one up. With the start and end date.
If she kept the habit she'd have about 30 or so notebooks filled up by now. Somewhere along the way she stopped. She had been travelling. Running around the whole country. Found a very strange motel by the sea. Fell in love again. But she lost her notebook during that.
After losing that notebook she took a break. Never got back into the swing.
Til this day she wondered. How did she lose that notebook?
She decided to text Jack.
"Hey."
On the other end Jack was surprised. Did she know he was in
Westcity
? That was his first intuition. But he chalked it off as paranoia.
Hey, he texted back. What's up?
"Remember that one winter break?"
"Man. Do I? I think about it almost everyday."
"Really?"
"Yeah. I do. why?"
"Well I think about it a lot too. Maybe not every day. Lol. Loser!"
"Hey now! How you been?"
"Well I'm thinking you can guess. Based on me texting you."
"I haven't been so hot lately either. I actually kind of just ran away from home."