It was Saturday, It was Real
This is the first of four entries written yesterday. I think I am going to begin posting the actual pages instead of transcribing them. It gives a better window into my process and requires me to work harder because there is no spelling or grammar checker when I use handwriting.
Honest work made true
By careful hands, gifted mind,
No pretense involved.
In my job, I handle enough errors that I came to this conclusion. Even though that is only a few hours a month, it leaves the impression I do not wish to see more. I am available for copy editing at a price, but torture, no. I get migraines because I so want to fix things.
This surprised me. I did not know this was what I would write. It became more profound than I intended and brought things to my attention I was unaware I believed. I discover myself as I write, and sometimes, I have no idea who I am. This is the reason writing is such crucial exploratory work.
If you like the journal pages, please let me know. If not, express that as well. I am so thankful for those of you who take time to read my meanderings. When I know you have found merit in what I do, it makes me feel maybe there is a chance that my creations could find a home in the world of book publishing.
As a prompt, if there was something in what I discussed that you would like to explore in relation to yourself, go ahead. Or simply write something. Live on the page, it is kind of like speaking aloud.
Thank you for visiting Haphazard Creative. You are much appreciated. If you wish; follow the site, if not, make this your destination in the future. God be with you in all your ways and days. Blessings upon you.
© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan