This summer has been intense. I have been rereading some of my favorite books by Miller, Nin, Lawrence, Whitman, Dickinson and others. Then I have been writing in my journal and realizing how much writing is a part of my life.
I wish I could share some of the writing I have done here. Maybe one day. For now it will simmer in my notebook and my mind. I feel like an obsessed artist. I am never without my journal. I am addicted to words, to sentences, to passages of the imagination.
I am off next week to Montana. I will be buying a new journal for this trip and recording every moment.
