Trains

Sometimes the trains go by, and they rumble the house. The bell rings in the night. I find comfort in the sounds of the trains.

Writing

I saw a bit of advice yesterday that seems to have uncorked my desire to keep a journal again. The advice was to write your story in your voice, for you. Simple. I stopped journaling many years agao when my husband found my teen journals and threw them off a bridge into a river. No lie. After he read them, of course. He's quite the guy.

I can remember as a teenager what a companion, comfort, release writing in my journal was. Something private, something for me. Especially in a world where me comes last.

It is thundering and lightening here, in the afternoon. Winds of change.

I've taken a new job, it has been a good change so far. Going away next week to Washington DC on a business trip. It will be good to get away for a few days.

I hope to write a lot of old stories down here, and new things too.