A little something from my notebook...
Between June 5 and now, something is starting to take shape.
No spoilers (yet), but here’s a glimpse from the margins:
“Some pages are written to be read aloud. Others are meant to stay folded.”
If you're curious, you're in good company.
If you’re in a writing mood, here is a short prompt:
Folded Pages
Write a short poem beginning with a memory that feels too small to matter and let it open into something meaningful.
Try including:
something unread or unsaid
the way light hits a table in late afternoon
the smell of dust or ink
a line that’s never been spoken aloud
A simple prompt to get us started. Let’s stay in touch and writing a little something here and there.
More soon,
Robbin