
Haven’t much felt like writing in my diary, so I’ve been making collages.

Whenever I get my hands on a comics page from the newspaper, I cut them up and play.

I hoard drawings from my 4-year-old to fill the pages.

Haven’t much felt like writing in my diary, so I’ve been making collages.

Whenever I get my hands on a comics page from the newspaper, I cut them up and play.

I hoard drawings from my 4-year-old to fill the pages.

I found this in my six-year-old’s (abandoned) diary.
If you’re reading this, the sun has not died yet.
And that’s not nothing!

Postcards I sent the boys from the Keep Going tour. (I missed several cities.)


A week-long road trip with the kiddos means this is the first minute I’ve taken all week to write in my diary. My wife’s at the wheel and I could be sleeping or gazing out the window, but here I am, writing, and blogging about writing. (On my phone, no less.) It never ends… but soon this tour will.

My logbooks and my diaries from the past couple of years.
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