try something new
03/11/2002 12:35 p.m.
(for the record...I did write in the journal yesterday, but didn't save it...writing while upset brings out poor writing in me...)

...so it seems this journal writing, while it does get me writing somewhat, I still manage to lack a certain creativity due to me not being a morning person...what I have devised today is a routine that includes reading the poem of the day, which may spark some ideas...so each day, what I write will relate somehow to that...here goes

POTD: Yesterday, By Amy Pate

I remember eating cotton candy, salad cream, and rose petals for the 1st time...riding on our bikes in the mud, on a Shetland pony, on dad's shoulders, ...walking 2 miles to church through the park, to school in the rain, chasing the neighbors kids down the street with my sis...

I remember things were never so complex...and the highlight of the year was 6 wks holiday in the summertime...and we would go to the seaside in Brighton or visit family in Middlesex...I would ride my skates all day til dad came home, and sometimes on Saturdays he would let me mow the lawn with him, and play shuttle-cock afterwards, if he had time...time was never an issue, time was mine then, and when I reminisce now, it too is something I miss...

I am currently Meloncholy
I am listening to my computer buzzzzzing