Straight No Chaser

All the Details

soon, jodi, i promise. tomorrow, maybe.

in the meantime, i've got this new journal that i picked up in philly circa independence day...gold-embossed with a quote by renoir etched on the front and back covers, something about the art of the written word. totally empty. not a single handwritten word on a single manila page. beautiful, though, with the potential to be pretty exquisite once i fill it up with something meaningful.

and i will. "straight no chaser" gets so much love; the renoir journal has thus far gotten none. marcus was here for twenty-four intense hours. my soul is full to bursting. and just this once, i'm going to sort it out--really sort it out--on paper before i dither it out here.

a laundry list of all the details. i wish there was a way to let you see for yourselves instead, to open the floodgate to whatever flow is going to keep me from sleeping tonight. i need to learn how to write. how to really write.