Starting

Two years ago I started writing thoughts, ideas, and little pieces of dialog in a fancy looking black notebook.  It’s still only half full, so you can imagine how much I actually used the thing.  I kept carrying it around though because it’s a legitimately nice notebook and makes me feel sophisticated and writer like.  A few weeks ago I actually took the time to go through the old stuff and found this:

“What were you before you were a genius?”

“Poor.  An idiot.”

I loved it.  It made me smile.  It made me think.  I didn’t hate it like I had always thought I would hate everything I wrote.  That’s why I’m committing to this blog now.

Two year old writing that I don't hate.