I wrote in my moleskine this evening for the first time in a long time. I’ve kept a paper notebook since grade school. I carried around a harriet the spy style composition notebook in middle and high school. They’re mostly filled with terrible poems, and some attempts at first drafts of good poems.
I minored in creative writing at St. Cloud State with an emphasis on poetry. I’m not a bad writer if I try, but it feels really good not have to try. To just write all of my dumb thoughts down exactly how I think them, right as they’re being thought. Tonight, I took up a couple pages writing and it turned into something okay. Maybe I’ll send it off to my former poetry professor.
Tomorrow I’ve got an appointment with Dr. K and with an allergist.
At least I know I’m not allergic to Nutella.