Journal Discovered

Cleaning out my old office last week I came across one of my writer's journals -- clearly taken to work when I was still in the creative writing program and working contract at Mega-Accountancy LLP. Had a look through it this evening.

Lots of stuff that if I was still so inclined might become poems.

Three of my favourites (I'm reading the journal as if someone else wrote it!) among the list of shorter entries (you note I didn't say pithy):

"My balcony is a place where diseased plants and captured mice go to die."

"Pushed and stretched and squeezed and thumbed..." [I think this was in response to sculpting with clay. I think :) ]

"His nipples rest as quiet blemishes striving into loud buttons that when gently pinched let loose from him a do-that-again moan."

Thought I'd share to encourage myself to start journal writing again and hell maybe fuller writing will follow. I can take any college course now for $20. There is a writing program. Might work, if for nothing else, to prompt me to write more.