Last week I bought a leather bound journal. It’s kind of like one of those you’d see in the movies. I bought it thinking I’d write down all of my blinding flashes of insight.
There is one big problem. My handwriting is terrible. Anyone who has seen any of my IM habits knows my typing is terrible. So just multiply that by about ten and you’ll know how bad my handwriting is. Maybe it’s because I’m left-handed. When I was in school, I’d always get pencil lead on my left hand from where my hand rested on the paper. Challenge right handed writers don’t have to deal with. So back to my leather bound journal. I haven’t quite figured out what to write down in it. Maybe I’ll write my life story. That’ll be a big hit if anyone can decipher it. I’m not even sure I can decipher it.