I picked up my journal again recently. My little purple spiral notebook that fits conveniently in my purse. This is where I write pages of random thoughts and feelings that are later constructed into poems. I opened my journal several days ago, and I didn't realize that my last entry was back in January. What I really need to do is bring my journal everywhere I go because I've been writing on little post-its or on whatever pieces of paper I can get my hands on, stuffing them in my back pockets, and then forgetting about them only to be lost forever in the washing machine. Not only that, though. Inspiration hasn't hit me in quite a while, and that sucks. But I'm working on it, and maybe I'll post some here.