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  • When Jacob was born I kept a journal of sorts.
    A beautiful little notebook
    that my brother had bought for me
    several years before.
    It didn’t look
    girly
    or
    babyish
    in the slightest
    but suited by purpose perfectly.

    To begin with I wrote in it every couple of days
    not wanting to forget the good or the bad that comes with motherhood.
    After a few weeks I started to write in it less.
    And a few months later I discovered cowbird and started to write more constructed pieces of prose.

    I don’t write in it anymore,
    but that little notebook was my starting point,
    giving me the opportunity to pick up a pen and just write.

    Just write.
    It is the journal that started it all.
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