Who do you write for? Yourself or others? I only know I must write.
Virginia Woolf said, “Never mind the misses and the stumbles…” “The habit of writing for my eyes only is good practice, it loosens the ligaments.”
My morning pages do just that. Unadorned. For my eyes only. Throughout my life, my journal is my shrink, my confidant, my sounding board for rough drafts for poems, stray thoughts and published works.
Laying Life on the Line
she sat pen in hand
journal open before her
her life paced the lines
glory, inglory
marching cadence cross the page
bare and unadorned
Perle Champion 