yes, i have written about them before …

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ell, about one specific napkin. There are more. Many. I write on napkins at all times of the day, but mostly in the mornings, and once I start — gotta open the napkin, it’s already filled front and back — I cannot stop. As if floodgates open and I can barely keep up. O! I shall place napkins here + there for when the spirit moves me =).

I still record myself

but there is something about writing on paper. Actually, while writing Morning Pages (which I’m in the middle of writing, was, should be), an exercise from The Artist’s Way, I rediscovered the flow of words and thoughts as I put pen to paper and decided to continue | re-start A Tale To Tell. Let’s get real: I’ve abandoned it, so this is a restart. Again 🫤. Should I let it go?

No! I want to write it, on paper before it poof! leaves me.

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n a reading deprivation, yep, week — exercise from the same darned book — so I didn’t start writing when the impetus hit me. So looking forward to it! Today is the last day of no reading 🤓. I know writing isn’t reading, but … come on … who would I be kidding? I can mince words with the best of them and could try to dissociate reading from writing, but won’t.

Is it an excuse to not write? Oops,

now I’m writing on the edge of the napkin. Have covered all sides, and I’m running out of space, but don’t want to open the thing (had to) because it’s so thin and delicate. Good stinking grief, I must go.

(too embarrassed to photograph today’s napkin)

it all started because i wrote a prompt on a napkin for what i expected to be today’s post. ha!

chao