I never left a note, I never said goodbye, I just left this place, along with many others in my life. I had my break from it all, it did me a world of good. And now I am back.

I found my scribblings on my desk, just where I’d left them. The interrupted story, the words never told to anyone. And I want to get back into the flow, the wave that purges what’s in my soul on paper. Writing a journal will do that at times, help you pour your soul out on paper, face everything again, rethink, evaluate, draw your conclusions.

Some stories are meant to be told, others are just meant to be written on paper. Handwritten, to show your anger, pleasure, pain, excitement in the way your writing changes.

So, how have you been?