i want to make more time each week for writing...and yet there is something so wonderfully surprising about reading something i've written months (or years) ago. i often forget what i've written. i love when it feels like i'm reading someone else's writing whom i really relate to or when i impress myself with what is on the page.
hobbes seems to love the sound of my hunting and pecking. it's the perfect dog lullaby for one of his many naps throughout the day.