Before we left for Sanibel I said I was looking forward to being warm, reading and writing with a pen. I brought a fresh Moleskine and my fountain pen with me, but I wasn't so sure there would be the time or the inclination to pen write. I love writing with a pen though. I love … Continue reading I Dream In Cursive
I put the velvet comforter on the bed the other day and and I've been craving gingerbread, and ginger snaps, pumpkin spice lattes, and pot roast. This weekend we had a fire in the fireplace for the first time. The cat, who has not slept on my bed since I put the cotton comforter on … Continue reading Homecoming
This morning I made a cup of de-caf, took out a pen, found a lightly used Moleskin and started writing. With a pen. On paper. I wrote a letter to my muse, asking her to come back to me. I told her that I saw her as a kite that had gotten so high in … Continue reading The Pen Is Mightier. The Computer Has No Pulse.