God help me

I think I’m writing again.

Fiddled with a poem a few days ago. Had it with me throughout the day, and mucked with it some more tonight.

On the train ride home from work, I was thinking of how to edit a few lines. And as I did that, a huge smile broke across my face. I realized, standing there on the train, that I was writing again. Thinking about words, tweaking phrases in my head… this counts in my book.

I hope this is the start of a trend.