This is what happens when you force yourself to simply sit down for a few minutes, open up a journal, and fill a few pages with some scribbled thoughts.
Fun times.
Or really, it was more like a breath of fresh air.
Journals. Fill ’em up. Anyway you like, really. A few words or so many that they all can’t fit on a few pages. When I get going, my handwriting gets so incredibly messy it resembles some unknown code only I can read. Alas, simple scribbled thoughts are the ones I share.
Anyways. Let’s all write a little bit more, shall, we? Deal.
And here’s a PSA for people posting up at the beach…
Handmade journal found here.
More poems and journal scribbles aqui.
My book, Sunny Thoughts For Salty Souls. (and here’s a google search of a bunch of stores that carry it, too.)