Still Writing

I haven't posted in days and days. I've been writing. Boy, have I been writing. None of it was really appropriate for a post. Most of it was angry whiny words that needed to be barfed up on the paper. I composed several potential posts in my head but didn't write them. I decided it was okay not to. Not yet. I took a lot of pictures of things I wanted to remember so when I am ready to write about them, if I write about them, I will be able to conjure up a feeling. I suppose I could have viewed this as a bout of writer's block but that isn't how it felt. It just felt like life happening. I was writing but not in a writer's notebook. I was journaling. Journaling served a different function than a writer's notebook. When I looked back at my writing over the last few months, I noticed that I threw all my energy into posting and not much into journaling. For me, journaling helped me wade through all the junk. My writer's notebook served as a place for ideas. I figured out I need both.

This is a tiny writer's notebook I received from my colleague, Fran.
Each page is only big enough for a word or two. It came
with the word "trust" printed on the first page.