Journal Jism
Bloggers, ask yourselves what you're paying attention to. What are you hearing? Whose words fill your ears with tears? What are you saying? Make me care. And, in the quiet between your bedsheets, write something real.
There was a time, not so far back, when it didn't matter what kind of page words came on; if it felt right, it mattered. If it mattered, we told one another to look. Is it so different now? Because it shouldn't be. Risk is beautiful for its lack of form. Don't you think?
Thanks, Meg.
oh, and journaljism.com--that'd be mine now. ;-) Who want's to have some fun?
