May 9, 2006
Me oh my! Two journal isles. Books in leather. Journals with wraps. Notebooks of wildflower paper. Books judged by covers, waiting for written word to prove them. Journals with locks. Teeny little ones. Fat old textbook ones. Some destined to a calligraphy pen, some to the humble scratches of a misunderstood child. There I was! Eyeing them like a fat kid in a candy store, but a pocket full of scarce, not even a jingle produced. Here I am! Writing like a hungry fiend, completing the "Mystery de mi Italia-, in order to return with a heavy gold coin.