A publisher was looking for romantic YA short stories featuring ghosts. I like writing prompts and decided this was a fun one to try. My daughter was going into 5th grade at the time, and a hot issue was that cursive was not being taught in most elementary schools anymore. While I understand that cursive isn’t super important in daily life, it is a sad art to lose. One day, far in the future, will no one be able to read the important documents and even private diaries or letters of the notable people of our history who lived before the 1990s? Will no one ever pen a beautiful love letter? Is that something that will forever vanish from the world? Also, that same year, one of my step-daughters was in a relationship, and she spent all her time texting with her boyfriend rather than actually talking to him. That saddened me too. What was happening to the language of love? It didn’t surprise me when that relationship didn’t last. How could it? So I wrote Passing Notes in response to that.
