Last week, I wrote a bunch of good stuff (trust me).
Last week, I went to a cabin in a state park, only for the afternoon.
I was supposed to be at a pavilion having a picnic, but my daughter had to take a nap and someone had to stay with her, and being the good indoorsman that I am, I volunteered.
My daughter was napping and here I was stuck (blessed!) with a hours.
So, I took out my legal pad.
This particular legal pad has gone through a few journeys with me.
Some story ideas.
Failed novel intros.
Even work notes.
I sat on the couch in the cabin and began to write.
First, I tried poetry because I’ve been trying it again.
But then I wanted to tweet. No Internet of course, so I started writing tweets in my legal pad.
And they were pretty good (trust me).
Ones about the huge cricket in the cabin…and ones about…
Actually, I can’t remember. But still.
I was saving them for this site. To make an “Unpublished tweets of @vaguelyfeel” but now…
Gone.
