Gathering words

I am nibbling at the edges of The Writer’s Portable Mentor, reading a page here and there with my morning yogurt, absorbing Long’s pretty words.  And when I got to page 31, “Make your own lexicon,” the day after I bought a brand new Moleskine, I couldn’t wipe the stupid grin off my face: Buy … Continue reading Gathering words

Too much to see

I sat at the kitchen table with my journal, and when I looked up, I saw hand prints on the glass door, horizontal lines of blinds, square pattern of tiles, vertical lines of the fence.  There were shoes strewn about on the porch, trikes parked haphazardly, toys littered everywhere.  If I turned my eyes back … Continue reading Too much to see