A friend of mine gave me a beatiful hard cover journal about two years ago, just perfect for poetry and random thoughts and other such schtuff. The only problem is this: I haven’t written anything in it yet. Nothing. Two years. Why? Because it’s so dang pretty. My regular journals are just dollar store notebooks, perfect for scribbling crap in. But this one is so nice I feel like I should be writing something monumentous and earth shattering between it’s hallowed covers. I’m not sure what this reveals about me, but I’m pretty sure it’s a character flaw.
Wednesday is humpback whale day
Published by R.J. Keller
R. J. Keller is the author of Waiting For Spring. An avid independent movie enthusiast, she was Managing Editor of The Movie Fanatic website and created episodes of the writer-centric YouTube series, Inside The Writers' Studio, with author Kristen Tsetsi. She co-hosted Book Chatter with Stacey Cochran from 2011-2014. She lives in Central Maine with her family, where she enjoys gardening, collecting geeky memorabilia, and watching other people cook. View all posts by R.J. Keller
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I wanna see the video.