I have a red notebook, small, softbound, pages with round edges, that I write in whenever I find myself unable to penetrate the sudden fog of numbness that surround me at times. I have been writing in it. Purposeless, solitary words. Doodles. Scratched out names. The idea of a short story. Lists. Snatches of half-forgotten lyrics. Just to avoid dead ends. Just to board a proverbial train and leave. ‘Never look back’, I wrote and wrote. Misplaced priorities. Misplaced love. Misplaced trust. Misplaced dreams. Just the thought of putting everything in its right and deserving place in my life is exhausting. But pulsating with the hope that it is never too late.
Dialect of Heart 
I could relate to your red little diary, in more ways than one! 🙂
Don't we all have that in some form in our lives? For some, that red notebook is in their mind. For me, it is a Word file on my computer, lacking the mystique of a red notebook with rounded edges.. but such is the life of a geek.
And maybe… the non-intimate parts are in my blog… stubs of stories, notes and pictures from all the travel… isn't your blog also like your red book?
enjoy the festive season ahead..may you have a grace-filled Christmas and Happy New Year
Hey I am passing on the Dragon Loyalty Award (http://natasha-pointstoponder.blogspot.in/2014/01/the-dragonfly-loyalty-award.html)..You were one of the first readers of my blog when I started writing..Thanks!
You have been quiet for so long now. Hope everything is alright with you. In the meantime, I wrote something for you. http://www.myworldfoodandtravel.com/2014/03/two-women.htmlDon't kill me 🙂