"Do you still write?" Jenny asked me. "No, but I think about writing a lot." This coming from a guy who just taught 8th grade English for 8 weeks. I encouraged those kids to write. Write more. And I wasn't writing anything myself. Nor reading for that matter. Life gets busy. Things get in the way and I retreat. I become an introvert. Thinking things all the time like scribbled notes that just get thrown away. No documentation of an idea. She wants to start a Writing Hour. The premise: meet once a week for an hour, drink coffee and write. No talking, music is allowed and we share what we've written at the end. I can't wait.

I used to write a lot while I was in Germany. I posted stuff on my blog about my adventures in Europe. I felt like this connected me to people back home. Instead of having an hour-long conversation with 5 different people about Paris or Amsterdam or seeing bands, I would write about the experience.

Now I keep things to myself.

Or maybe I just don't have anything interesting to say.

It's so freaking hot. It's 9:15 and it's still 85 degrees. Not happy about this.