December 1, 2007
The view from my bedroom window is one of nothingness at this time in winter. I once wrote a poem about that view, but I do not want to put it here or try to summarize. I was imagining what a person standing outside my window would think if they looked up and saw me. It was a journal topic, but I wrote a poem about it. I canít remember if the poem was good or bad, but it was a good writing experience, as most of mine are. I honestly canít say I have had a bad writing experience.