I was culling through old essays and found one I started but never finished about a friend’s mother who had inspired me as a young girl.
A few months ago, when I had my hours slashed at work, it gave me more time to think about writing and more time to mull over things I wanted to say. I started this little essay called “The Batmobile” when I remembered the incident. I decided my mentor needed to know about how much she affected me. Unfortunately, the essay remained unfinished.
Until last night. Since I was already in the zone, taking on the ending of one little essay was easy as pie. I finished “The Batmobile” and sent it to my friend, the daughter of the protagonist. Hope she likes it.