I took a writing class in the fall, and I wrote and wrote and wrote. I wrote stories, papers, responses, and reflections, and then I wrote responses and reflections about other people’s writing.
It was a lot of writing.
That class was over in December. A while ago I wrote myself a message. I thought I wrote a question, but I forgot the question mark. Or, maybe I forgot the exclamation point.
Remains to be seen.
So here’s a slice of a toe dip. It’s my fingers wondering if I can do it again. A question without the mark, or maybe an exclamation.
Will I ever write again?
Will I ever write again!