I love writing. Fiction, Sci-Fi, Fantasy, blogging, even my memoir. But at least as much as the topic, I love writing cursive or playing with lettering, calligraphy. I don’t like the modern stuff but rather
I love to practice
Or
To me writing is artwork. My handwriting lately (or the fast note writing during lectures) is horrible. But I like to take my time and enjoy writing. Even grocery lists.
But having the best hand writing in the house means only I can write the lists. I’m not bragging. My guys here would write a list so fast that even they can’t read it, much less if there’s a note, like, not the one with salt, or the crispy kind not soggy, you know what I mean?
But that means I’m stopping whatever I’m doing to write the list. So I got upset having to drop my knitting or jumping off the stationary bike to write the list.
Instead, my husband set up a shared Keep app list we add to as we go along.
More organized, efficient.
But now I need to find other reasons to practice my ABCs.
Guilt trip jumps in here. I need to write more letters to friends and family. I’ll think about it. Again.
Time to get writing.
Darswords 
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