Notes from my Journal

It wouldn’t even buy a cup of coffee at Y Not Stop. More later.

 

 

Today, we’re going to have some fun at The Creek.

It’s a solemn day. I’ve finished one journal and looking at the fresh clean pages of a new one.

 

It won’t be clean long. I’ve got a sharp pencil and notes and sketches to share.

Because, a writer is someone who wrote today.

It’s what I do as this season of my life.

I guess it’s who I am.