I sigh, thinking. I go through my bag and take out a pair of my socks, "Hopefully these'll last," I chuckle, tossing them on the floor as Buddy pounces on them.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
The bigger the issue, the smaller you write. Remember that. You don’t write about the horrors of war. No. You write about a kid’s burnt socks lying on the road. You pick the smallest manageable part of the big thing, and you work off the resonance. — Richard Price
