What would you try if you knew you wouldn’t fail?


July has arrived and I’m over the halfway point through my summer break. Yet, I still have many thoughts on something I heard at the end of the school year some five weeks ago.

The end of the school year is full of celebration and reflection. A tradition in most high schools is for the graduating seniors to write some sort of advice for the yearbook. A local radio show did a couple of segments on this topic: one sharing what they wrote for their yearbook once upon a time and one about what they would write today knowing what they now know.

Something that was said has stuck with me these past weeks. The host shared something to the effect of how successful people never ask for permission or acceptance to be successful. He talked about how a lot of people work on things privately, or not at all, because they don’t want other people to know in order to avoid weirdness and awkward conversations.

How true is this! How many people today haven’t even taken the first step toward their dream or even a hobby because of the risk of failure or having to explain themselves to other people.

What would you try if you knew you wouldn’t fail?

Failure is inevitable, especially when starting something new. But having to explain or justify why you’re not successful can be tough.

For years and years, I never shared my love of writing and desire to someday publish my work. I stuck a toe into the water on Facebook years ago, but I had a code for what I was doing—“Plan B”. I know, right? How silly was that! I don’t even know what Plan B was supposed to mean except that I was working on something for me but I wasn’t ready to share it yet.

Then I finally got over it. I realized that I don’t need someone else’s permission to be a writer. No one needs the approval of others to work toward their dream, start a new hobby, or to try someone new.

Our journey belongs to us alone.

I want to believe that most people in this world are kind and encouraging. There are some who’ll mock you, roll their eyes, or make things awkward (Why don’t you have an agent yet?). But don’t let the few stand in your way of doing what your heart yearns for. Your life is not their journey. Don’t let decades pass you by because fear of failure has you stymied. As the big 4-0 looms over the horizon for me, I realize just how many years I’ve lost because of fear of failure or because of what other people thought of me.

Start today. Make a list. Get the ideas out of your head and make them real. What new hobby do you want to try? What adventure is waiting for you? What is holding you back?

Oh, and if I had the chance to tell my 18-year old self something, it would be this: Spend more time looking inward and trusting in yourself than looking for outside validation.

“Your time is limited, so don’t waste it living someone else’s life. Don’t be trapped by dogma—which is living with the results of other people’s thinking. Don’t let the noise of others’ opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition.”

~Steve Jobs

Not so bad …

IMG_7539It’s no surprise that I like words. I like reading them, writing them, and looking at beautifully lettered projects.

So, I decided a while back that I was going to teach myself calligraphy. Because what’s one more project and hobby?

For those of you interested, here’s the blog (The Postman’s Knock) that I discovered. It’s fabulous and walks you through calligraphy step-by-step. This blog recommends starting with “Faux Calligraphy”. The recovering Type A in me thought, I don’t want to start with Faux anything. If I’m going to do this, then I’m doing it right. Give me the dip pen right away!

But I’m a recovering Type A (parenthood will do that to you). And I can learn to take baby-steps. So I grabbed my Pilot G-2 like the post says, printed off the practice worksheets, and started with my faux calligraphy.

Well, I suck at it.

I have beautiful cursive handwriting so this should have been an easy thing to pick up. Nope. It’s hard. I couldn’t get my curves just right. Things didn’t flow like I thought they should.

It was toward the end of the school year that I first started this new venture, and I didn’t need anymore stress, so I set aside the practice sheets for another time. If you know teaching, the end of the school year is the second busiest time of year and I didn’t need another stressor.

Fast forward to after school let out. My schedule was more open and my head clear.

I pulled out those practice sheets thinking I’d give it another go. And you know what? They weren’t quite as bad as I remembered. In fact, I nailed it with a few of the letters. Maybe I could actually do this. Maybe I could pick up faux calligraphy and then eventually move on to the real deal with a dip pen. Hmm.

Surprise. This post isn’t actually about calligraphy.

It’s about taking a step back, getting some breathing room, and looking at things with a fresh perspective. Maybe, just maybe, things aren’t as bad as they seemed at first.

Sometimes they are. Sometimes the news is bad no matter how much space you give it. But most of the time, it’s not. Most of the time we can’t see just how good things are because we’re too close to the situation.

I find this with my writing all the time. I have what I think is a fabulous idea, I write it, read it, and then shudder. What the hell was I thinking?! This is garbage! I toss the notebook aside and move on with my life.

Weeks, even months later, I pull it back out and think, Hmm. This isn’t so bad. In fact, some parts are really good. Maybe I can work with this.

Space to think, to breathe, and try something new is a good thing.

It’s true what they say about the grass on the other side. Sometimes we need to step away from our own lawns for a bit to really appreciate the beauty in our lives and see just what we’re capable of.

I’m not giving up on calligraphy. I don’t suck at it. I can learn to write beautifully hand-lettered projects.

I believe in myself. I believe in you, too.

What projects are you struggling with? Do you need space so you can then appreciate the beauty of your capabilities?

Doing the Work

icebergIt’s that time of day … again. Evening. This part of the day and I stare each other down frequently. I was up at 4:30 this morning with a killer headache, looooong day, and a busy evening. My kiddo is finally zonked out and it’s now 7:28pm.

I couldn’t squeeze out any words earlier in the day. You know, during that time when I was fresh, coherent, and somewhat awake.

So, now it’s 7:29 and time to push some words out. And it’s hard.

A friend shared this iceberg image on Twitter. You know this one. We’ve all seen it before. I looked at this image for a while tonight. I thought a lot about what it takes to make things happen. Dedication. Hard work. Habits. Rejection. Fatigue.

Too often people comment to me about how easy my life is. About how I’m able to write because it’s easy for me. And somehow I magically have more time than them. And it just comes easier.

Um, no it doesn’t. Writing is hard. Very hard. The first draft of anything I write absolutely stinks (including this blog post). And I think we all have the same 24 hours in a day. I do choose to use those 24 hours differently from some of my peers. Maybe that’s what they’re referring to. Who knows. I try hard not to invest too much time into what others think because it makes my head spin.

But the point is, no matter what our dreams are, we have to invest the time. We have to get our hands dirty. We have to push through when it hurts, when we’re tired, and even when we just don’t feel like it and we’d rather curl up and read a book. We have to make sacrifices. We have to fight against the resistance pushing against us, telling us that we’re wasting our time, we’re not good enough, and it’ll never happen for us.

We have to do the work.

So, now it’s 7:55 and time for me to get to work. I hurt, I’m tired, and I’m kinda grouchy … but the craft calls.

What have you pushed through lately? What motivates you to keep moving forward?


Middle-Grade Ghost Stories

Let’s talk about ghost stories for middle-grade readers. When I was a kid, there wasn’t much that I loved more than being scared. And let’s face it … not much has changed since then. So, when my students come to me looking for a recommendation for a creepy ghost story I get really excited to share some of the books I’ve read.

Kids today are really, really lucky when it comes to ghost stories because there are some fabulous authors who know how to chill a spine without crossing the line and being too scary for young readers.

rl stineThe selection was small when I was a kid. By the end of elementary school I had exhausted every R.L. Stine Fear Street and Christopher Pike book I could get my hands on. The only Baby-Sitters Club I ever read was #9 The Ghost at Dawn’s House. And of course I read The Vampire Diaries by L.J. Smith way before it became what it is today.

By late elementary and early middle school I had moved on to Dean Koontz and John Saul. It wasn’t until my early adult years that I started reading the master, Stephen King. Since then I’ve discovered more authors who keep me reading late into the night albeit under the covers.

Below are 7 middle-grade ghost stories that I highly recommend. They’ve got enough spook to make you look over your shoulder every time you hear a bump. If you want to make them even spookier, crawl under your covers at night with a flashlight. Setting is everything when reading a ghost story.



#1 Ghostlight by Sonia Gensler

Twelve-year-old Avery and her brother Blake are spending the summer with their grandmother. Blake is tired of the games they used to play to entertain themselves and is too busy for Avery. This makes her furious. She befriends Julian who is staying with his dad in a nearby cottage. Julian is an amateur filmmaker who has his eyes on Hilliard House, an empty mansion that Avery is forbidden to go near. Hilliard House has a sordid history that Avery and Julian slowly unravel together while creepy things begin to happen around them. Have they awakened something that should have been left alone?This book had just the right balance of creepy and adventure to keep me reading straight through to the end.


#2 GHOSTS by Raina Telgemeier

I’m not really a fan of graphic novels, but I’ll try anything about ghosts. This book was a quick read and I really enjoyed it. It also had a nice message about family and culture.

Catarina’s family moves to Northern California because of her sister’s illness. Cat doesn’t like this one bit. She likes it even less once she learns that her new town is haunted. Her sister, Maya, can’t wait to see a ghost, but Cat feels otherwise. This story is their journey of learning to put aside fears, trust in others, open themselves to new experiences, and find courage.


#3 The Graveyard Book by Neil Gaiman

Need I say more? I mean, it’s Neil Gaiman! But if that’s not enough, this gem is about a boy raised in a graveyard by ghosts since he was a toddler. He has many adventures, and faces equally as many dangers, with this peculiar lifestyle. He’s not able to ever leave the graveyard, though, because the man who killed the rest of his family is still after him.


#4 Coraline by Neil Gaiman

Another fav of mine that I read a couple years ago is also by Mr. Gaiman. I know a lot of students who’ve seen the movie, but as I say, the book is almost always better. This book starts out innocently enough and almost like many middle-grade books where our main character is another child faced with utter boredom. But as the book progresses, Coraline’s adventure in an alternate, mirror reality of her life is everything but boring. A creepy read with a heart felt message. I highly recommend this quick read.


#5 Took: A Ghost Story by Mary Downing Hahn

I don’t know where Mary Downing Hahn has been all my life. I only wish stories like hers had been around when I was in elementary school. Took is her most recent ghost story. It’s short, but not at all sweet. 13 year-old Daniel Anderson moves with his family from Connecticut to the country. He’s not welcomed by the locals. In fact, they bombard him with stories of an old ghost witch. It doesn’t scare him until his sister spends more and more time talking to her doll. And then his sister disappears in the woods. Could the ghost witch be real? As soon as I finished this book, and put it in my classroom library, my students gobbled it up.


#6 All the Lovely Bad Ones by Mary Downing Hahn

I could probably dedicate one whole blog post to all of Mary Downing Hahn’s books. Here’s another spooky one to add to your shelf. Travis and his sister decide to play a prank and fake ghost-like activity at their grandmother’s inn. Unfortunately, you need to be careful with what you pretend because sometimes you might actually wake the dead. The two kids end up waking more than they bargained for.

book of bad things

#7 The Book of Bad Things by Dan Poblocki

This is the first book I’ve read by Dan and it is creepy! I plan to dive further into his ghost stories. In this one, our main character is Cassidy, who is visiting her host family in upstate New York for the summer. The weird hermit, Ursula, who lived down the street has mysteriously passed away, and now the town citizens are taking her stuff. However, those who take her things regret their decision. Ursula’s ghost is creeping around the town with a warning. Cassidy has to uncover the mysterious connection between Ursula’s death and the items being taken.

Next up … 


Next on my list of middle-grade ghost stories is The Aviary by Kathleen O’Dell. This should be a good one! A mysterious mansion, dark secrets, and birds … yikes!

Happy reading!


Next Steps

img_6347Next Saturday, I’ll attend the Atlanta Writing Workshop and I am beyond excited! No, this isn’t the first writing workshop I’ve attended. But it is the first where I’ll be pitching my story to agents.

Normally, when I’m at a conference, I’m the one who sits and takes copious amounts of notes, gets lost in her own thoughts, and takes small steps with my WIP.

This time I’ll still be doing much of that, but I’ll also be meeting with two agents for 10 minutes each to pitch my MG paranormal book.

Am I nervous? Heck, ya! This is probably why I signed up for two pitch sessions. I might bomb the first and then get my nerves straightened out for the second.

This is the book that I wrapped up a year ago and gave to some beta readers for feedback. Since then, I’ve cleaned it up further, fine tuned much of it (I hope), and started querying agents. I’m embarrassed to say that I’ve only queried 8 agents thus far (that’s another whole blog post), so this is the year that I really try to get my story “out there”.

This week before the conference I’m gifting myself permission to dive back into my story so I know it backward and forward (it’s been a while since I’ve read through it because I’ve been working on Book 2 and other projects). I’m also practicing my pitch, which is a little weird, and involves a lot of talking to oneself.

The Type A that got buried after the birth of my son, poked through and I created a spreadsheet for each chapter of my book. Wow! Has this been helpful in seeing my book as one big picture. I should have done this months ago.

So, here’s to moving forward, talking about my book, promoting my story, meeting fellow writers, and getting outside of my comfort zone. Wish me luck!


If you know me well, you know that each year I have a new theme. My life is a work in progress and I’m always on a quest to squeak out just a little more juice from the orange.

goddesses2015 was the year that I discovered Goddesses Never Age by Christiane Northrup, M.D. I’ve always enjoyed listening to her wisdom. But, what has become known as “the goddess book” in my circle, really changed my way of thinking, especially now that I’m feeling my age. I have found any excuse to gift this book to other women in my life. It’s that life-changing. Get a copy today. I’m serious.

2016 was the year of not giving a f*ck. I did read Marie Kondo’s decluttering book. I’m not a natural hoarder so my friends got a chuckle out of me further simplifying. What can I say? I really don’t like “stuff”.

fuck-bookBut even better than the decluttering book was Sarah Knight’s parody, The Life Changing Magic of Not Giving a F*uck: How to Stop Spending Time You Don’t Have with People You Don’t Like Doing Things You Don’t Want to Do

It goes without saying that if you don’t like the eff word, then stay away from this book. But if you have an open mind and are able to grasp the bigger concept, then I can’t recommend this book enough.

This book made me realize just how much time I was wasting worrying about ridiculous things that simply don’t matter. We all spend far too much time worrying about what other people think of us and not enough considering what we think of ourself compared to … ourself. Where are we on our own life’s journey?

Last year was the year that I set aside other peoples’ opinions of me and focused on what I wanted out of my life. Boy, was that life changing!

Well, I have a new mission for 2017!

shit-togetherThis year continues with more from Sarah Knight: Get Your Sh*t Together: How to Stop Worrying about What You Should Do So You Can Finish What You Need to Do and Start Doing What You Want to Do. (I think we can all agree that Sarah likes long titles.)

I have both the DTB (dead tree book) and audio version of this book as well as the super cool prize promo pack from Little Brown. Thank you, Little img_6183Brown!

I’m not going to ramble about this book or write a review. Instead, I’m going to focus on what I got out of it and how it has already impacted my life.

The biggest thing for me was taking a look at my already crazy busy life and finding ways to make more time for the things that I want (e.g. writing). My life almost always feels like it’s spinning out of control, and I’m constantly treading water just to keep my head barely above the surface.

But I want more. I really do want this writing thing to take off and become a thing for me.

So I had to get my sh*t together this year. It was either that or just give up.


I joined a secret Facebook writing group that is all about creating a habit of writing every single day. It’s not focused on the number of words written or even the quality of those words. It’s about showing up every single day and putting your butt in the chair and fingers on the damn keyboard.

The admins of this group have outdone themselves. They have created the most elaborate Excel spreadsheet for hundreds of people to track their progress every single day. We are divided into smaller accountability groups with a leader who monitors and pokes us when needed. They also cheer us on every. single. day.

We are supposed to record our daily word count along with the number of hours spent editing our own work or critiquing others.

Here’s my breakdown for January:

Daily goal: 600 words

Days wrote: 22 out of 31

Total words for January: 12,773 (goal 18,600)

Highest day: 1,838        Lowest day: 27

Now, I could look at those numbers and cringe that I let 9 days go by without writing a single word. Not even one. But I’m not going to cringe. Nope.

How does #gyst play into this? If it wasn’t for me reading that book in December and setting a personal goal to do this, I might not have even written the 12,773 words I did complete in January.

#gyst has forced me to look at my day in a whole new way. I have reprioritized the things that I do so that even 5 minutes here and there can be spent writing words.

For example, it’s amazing just how many words I can write on my phone while blow drying my hair. I’m not kidding! (And, yes, I do have a lot of hair)

Where else have I found time to write: in the car (dictating into my phone), lunch break (5 minutes), 5-10 minutes before I pick up my son from school, getting up 30 minutes earlier, and of course before bed.

If you have a dream that seems to be growing stagnant, or is waving to you in your periphery saying, “Look over here! Look at me! We can do this!”… don’t ignore it. If you need a push, find an accountability partner. If you’re not sure how to make it happen, grab a copy of this book, and I promise it’ll help you view your time and days in a whole new way.

Best Day!

IMG_0570Yesterday was an amazing day! I woke up to a world lightly dusted with sparkling snow. As a Mainer, I almost felt like I was back home. Just a little bit. That alone automatically should’ve made yesterday perfect, but wait…there’s more.

The times when my kiddo is gone can be tough. I have found that staying busy is best and it keeps me productive. Let’s face it, there’s always plenty of “life” to do on the weekends. So this weekend was no different.

Except that it was.

Yesterday I decided to let “life” just sit and chill for a moment while I took the time to do what I wanted to do. Shocking, I know. But if I want to make a career out of writing, and believe me I really, really do, then that means that my regular life will have to sit and stay quiet for small moments while I struggle and squirm in my writing chair.

I admit that I stayed in my PJs all day, not completely unheard of, and sat with my manuscript and worked on my book for about six hours total. That’s six hours of time spent in the world I created and talking with my characters as I cleaned up the story. Six hours! That never happens!

Sure, I took small breaks to change over the laundry. And then there was the dog.

IMG_0636This dog right here.

Who can focus with these eyes watching and pleading? This ball of fur wanted nothing more than to be outside in the snow before it melted away. I forced her to come in periodically because it was 20 degrees out and she is arthritic. When she was ready to return to the arctic temps, she let me know.

IMG_0629Enjoying the blizzard.

So, life did sneak in a few times. Overall, I am extremely proud of myself for shooing it away and staying focused on my book. And I realized that I really, really do want to do this full-time. It was the first day in a long time that ended with me feeling proud and content.

Status update: I’m over half-way with my edits/revisions. Soon I’ll be ready to hand it over to some readers for feedback.

In the meantime, I’m going to practice pausing moments in life while I figure this stuff out.

Happy writing to all of my writing friends! We can do this!

Reflections and Projections



2012 was going to be my big year. It began with much hope and ambition. I was in the process of fine tuning the young adult novel I had written all while perfecting my query letter as the search for a literary agent took over my evenings. Short stories were cranked out and sent off in the hope of finding a new home. I had a goal to read 80 books. To top it all off, I planned to relocate back to my home state of Maine. I had a plan and my dreams were becoming a reality. Things were happening.


2013 literally began with me giving birth to my precious son. I’ve embarked on the road of single motherhood with the biggest gift life could ever give me. My young adult novel is still in some folder on my laptop. What’s a query letter? An agent? For that matter, what’s a short story? According to Goodreads, I only read 26 books last year. And Maine, yeah, that had to jump to the back burner.

My days are spent keeping up with feeding, changing, playing with, and reading to my son; newborn laundry; feeding myself; paperwork; and squeezing in a shower. Soon I’ll be returning to work fulltime and I’ll be juggling all of the above along with a 40+ hour work week.

In a nutshell…life is good!


Just when you think you have things all planned out, life throws a surprise in your direction. This isn’t to say that planning and goal setting should just fall by the wayside. Absolutely not. I don’t know about you, but I need an idea of where I’m heading. Sure, I embrace each moment and breath that life gives me and try not to take anything for granted.

But what can I say? I’m driven. There’s stuff I want to accomplish while I’m on this earth. There are things I want to see. And now, more than ever, there are things that I want my son to see and experience.

Yes, my route has changed. The map in front of me looks very different from the map I had back in January 2012, but the destination is the same. And now I have a little boy in whom I can instill a love of life and learning.


This year my plan is to embrace what life gives me while keeping an eye on where I want to be. And, hey, I’m not doing too bad. It’s February 18 and I’m already writing again (while the washing machine chugs in the background and my son naps). Oh, and Goodreads, I’m shooting for 80 books again.

Like I said…life is good!

Synopsis Time

I Need to Write a What?

I have spent the past two months really polishing my novel. I gave it out to some first readers back in October, got the copies back, and I’ve been super busy trying to fix the numerous typos and glitches with whose hair is blonde and who is a brunette. That’s now done, and I feel that my book is as good as I can get it at this point. 

I’ve been working on query letters, gathering information about agents I want to contact, and getting super excited about the next steps. That was until I read on many submission guidelines that the agents want a, brace yourself, book synposis. <swallow large lump in throat>

Flashbacks to High School

Okay, seriously it really does make sense. When I stopped to think about it, duh!, of course agents want a synopsis. They’re busy people, too! Maybe some don’t want to invest the time to read my manuscript, assuming my query letter piques their interest, unless they have a good feeling about my story. How am I going to give them that warm feeling? With my awesome book synopsis, of course!

With all of that being said, I still had major flashbacks to high school when I had to write book reports. Granted, the synopsis an agent wants isn’t exactly like a high school book report, but it sure felt that way at first. I should be more excited about it, though, since it is my story I’m writing about. But, no. Hearing the news about having to write this made me feel overwhelmed, and for a moment I considered avoiding the agents who asked for a synopsis. 

Silly! I can’t do that. I had to face the music … I mean synopsis.

What’s This Synopsis Thing All About Anyway?

What exactly should be included in a synopsis? Beats me. So, I did what all inquiring minds do … I googled the topic. There are a lot of opinions out there. Some say keep it short and simple. No, included every major detail. Make it exciting. Stick to the facts. One page. One page for every 25 pages of text in your book. Single spaced. Double spaced. Last name and title on the right header. Last name and title on the left header. And on and on and on …

I finally had to just go with my gut, what seemed to make sense, and trust the few reputable websites I had researched.

My Synopsis

I sat down the other day and actually wrote my synopsis. Condensing my story down to a few mere paragraphs did make me wonder if I even needed the other 300-something pages. It just seemed so bare bones. If I could tell the story in four pages then that’s probably what I should have done in the first place. 

Since I wrote my rough draft (4 pages), I’ve been working to whittle it down further to really just focus on the major plot points and characters. This is hard. In fact, it’s very hard. It all seems so important to me. 

Many fuzzy brain hours later …

Well, I reached my goal to have both a longer and a single paged synopsis on hand so I’m prepared for what could be requested of me. Hallelujah! There was much rejoicing after I managed the one paged synopsis. I feel like I can conquer anything now. 


I love Journals

It’s as simple as that. I’ve been thinking about journals a lot over the past week. Mainly this is because a new year has begun, and I wanted to start it off right with a new journal. And then I decided to blog about journals because, well, why not. So, I dug around and I think I’ve found all of my journals (at least, the ones that I’ve kept). 


There are 13 journals in that stack (I’ll save you the trouble of counting). I had to use a propped up tissue box to keep the stack from sliding. So, there it is. Thirteen records of various moments in my life. I admit, I have destroyed, um, I mean surreptitiously gotten rid of a few. The journals in this stack go all the way back to my high school days. Yikes, is right! 

During this journal reflection period, I spent some time flipping through the many pages. Some of the entries are funny, some are sad. Simply put, they’re about life. The ups and the downs. There are entries about my high school and college boyfriends, paragraphs about family trips taken, ticket stubs, pictures, notes from friends, and on and on. Apparently, I’ve been an intermittent collector over the years. 

Case in point …

CIMG2936An ant. I remember this was part of a lesson by one of my favorite teachers during my church going days in high school. The actual lesson, and it’s point, vanished from memory years ago, though. But clearly it was important to me at the time, and that’s why I taped the ant inside of my journal. 

Another example …

CIMG2930A McDonald’s flyer in Croatian! How awesome is that? At least, I thought it was at the time. I lived in Croatia for about a year many moons ago. I found this ad tucked in between the pages that recorded my experiences over seas. I see McDonald’s ads in English nearly every week, but apparently they only rock if they’re in Croatian. 

And one more …

CIMG2937My Peachtree Road Race number. Hell, I’m not even a runner, so this was huge for me. Not only did I complete it in 2006, but I did it another year, too. When I see this number, I cringe. I was in excruciating pain the day after the race. 

My favorite journal of all time (drum roll) …

CIMG2938The Kraft Journal by M. Roger Press. The spiral makes it so easy to lay the book open and write for hours. The lines are small so I can fit a lot of text on a page, which makes the journal last a really long time. I don’t care for small journals that I can fill in a month or two. These journals have gotten the most use out of any that I own. The one on the bottom was filled to the last page, it took two years, and now the back cover doesn’t want to stay on. That’s a good sign. That journal has been through a lot. 

A New Year

2012 has begun and it’s time to start a new journal.  

I’m doing something new this year. I’ll continue to add small things to the inside pages, but now I’m going to add stuff to the cover. See, I got a bit crafty for Christmas this year when I discovered Modge Podge. That stuff is amazing!!! I now want to make a collage out of everything. But I can’t. That would be weird. So, instead I’m going to make a collage out of my journal cover (the Kraft Journal would be perfect for this). As the year progress, I’m going to add small, memorable things to the cover–things that are specific for 2012, treasures I’ve come across, interesting notes, pictures of things that I love … you get the point. 

I bought a plain black journal for the new year, but now I’m not really feeling it. I really wanted another Kraft Journal by M. Roger Press, but I can’t find them anywhere. I used to buy them at Borders (RIP) or Barnes and Noble. B&N carries the sketch books, but I haven’t found the actual journal. I think it’s time to head over to their website to see if I can order some (yes, some). 

How about you?

Do you journal? What are your favorite journals?