The leather-bound notebook sits on top of my night stand. I like the gold edging on the bottom and top of each page. I especially like the feel of the book in my hands, and oh, the quill and pen etched into the cover reminds me of the writing profession. The words etched in the folded section has these words written, Remember to Write.
That book with the lined pages I purchased a couple of months ago, because I had an attack of writing/journalist withdrawals. In the weeks that followed, well I intended to write. I meant to journal each night, but mostly I forgot to write.
In the past few weeks though, I have helped a friend with his writing project. The more I read and edited and offered suggestions, the more I realized how much I miss writing. I can’t count the unfinished writing projects I’ve started and stored in my computer.
I’m not making any promises or resolutions, but as much as I can, I want to make 2015 the year I returned to my writing.
Perhaps, I’ll journal some, or return to one of my projects I have already started, but whatever I do, I think I will do as my book says…
Remember to Write.