i love writing.
and i love banana bread.
i write.Â i write here.Â i write in my journal.Â i write emails.Â i write sometimes for my job.
we have a lot of banana bread.Â mumsie bought a great big box of bananas for a song and a dance.Â so there are loaves and loaves of freshly made banana bread on our kitchen counter.
i like the guitar and bass in the kitchen.
i like sisters who come out of their bedrooms to ask them to stop playing.
i have this one sister and she’s gonna be kinda like famous someday.Â and her basisst is here at the house.Â and they’re jamming.
i have another sister who has to go to work in the morning so she says to the jamming sister and bassist, “some of us are trying to sleep here.”
i hate when i want to write.Â when i have so many thoughts.Â when i have so many ideas.Â when i’m in a season that i’m learning so much, but i can’t seem to get it out.
my brain is clogged.Â clogged with thoughts.
yup.Â hate that.