InkStains

I’ve been writing and writing, some days until my fingers cramp up and twist into unnatural shapes, pouring out words and stories. Many have been fiction. A few have been personal essays. A couple have been explorations of the same idea from different approaches.

It’s been quite a while since I’ve posted any sort of update here. Other life things are devouring much of my time. But the important thing is this:

I am writing.

I am writing a complete story every day.

I took one day off in January, one day off in February, and I intend to take one day off this week. (I’m allowed three in a month, if I need them; unused days do not carry forward and are lost forever.)

And the words keep me sane.

A Tale of Two Moleskines: