I don't feel quite right becoming a teacher and telling students to pursue their dreams when I'm not sure I've pursued mine. At least, not to the fullest extent. I have certainly taken some of those steps. Choosing the majors I loved, going for that MFA, a raindrop of time abroad. Other dreams remain, and I wonder which ones I'll push for and the others that will fall silent from fear.
If I'm not literally in those places, I can be there in fiction. I thought of Nick going to Mexico. What would happen to him there? Suddenly, all sorts of ideas. Little stories. Maybe bigger ones. And suddenly I'm writing about him again. He's no longer a cold case.