I’ve been trying to write a thing about Sam Wilson, but it’s been slow going and I’ve realized that all I really want is for nice things to happen to him and for him to go through life as a well-adjusted adult.
And no one wants to read a story that just goes:
And then Sam ate some Cheerios, they were delicious. Then he drank some juice straight out of the bottle, which his mother, who is both alive and very loving, would not approve of, but he is an adult and that means he gets to make decisions like this about his life.
Then he pet a really soft dog and a kitten fell asleep in his lap.
The end.
10/10 would read again.
^^