The Writing Police are Dead

Hey again,

Britney Spears? I was in a self-loathing state last night, wasn't I? I am going to the gym this morning, albeit not in an OMG I'm so fat mode. Just going to be going, because it's good for me.

You wrote that your entries are all about what you cook and eat, but I think you're right: we're showing up at the page. If you have noticed, I haven't written elsewhere in weeks and still have no inspiration to do so. I feel like I have nothing to say there (right now), nothing profound or funny. I was hesitant to write about M and our whole homeless debacle, but now I don't know where or how to pick up and continue.

But here, we shouldn't feel obligated to be witty or smart. We shouldn't even feel obligated to be particularly literate, I suppose, if we're going to keep with the theme of our earlier journals. I think of those books as random, rambling thoughts that allowed us to reach conclusions and resolutions without the writing police monitoring us at all. What a great place to go - even though the grammar police are all over us (!) - to just unload.

I want to read about your baked potato!! (So, if it's saved somewhere, which, if you're like me, I know it is, put it back in!) I love reading about your cooking and dining experiences, mostly because I'm living vicariously through your anecdotes. I can't tell you how much I enjoy sitting here with my (crummy) coffee, reading about a life so different from mine, imagining what it would be like to be there. Be you, or be with you, either way! How I look forward to a visit in the near future when we can sit across from each other and verbalize our lives without this stupid fear that I'm not writing well enough to say what I want to say.

Yeah, I am. We are. We are writing well, we are writing a lot, and we are writing for the sole purpose of writing. What could be more valuable than that?

My last apology for a Dear Diary post fades away as I write this morning.

JJ's just about to finish up his homework (that didn't get done last night). I'll take him to the bus stop and meet up with K for our workout, then get on with my day. I hope you had a good morning and this Wednesday is turning out to be a good day all around.

Love you !
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