The Pen

When doing laundry last night, my primary concern was that a new, dark blue, flannel shirt would discolor some of my lighter attire that I brazenly washed in the same batch.

This morning I was rummaging through the clothes dryer to find a shirt to wear, and I found a ballpoint ink pen! I don’t know how this happened. I must have been walking around with a ballpoint pen in one of my pockets. As a writer, we must always be prepared.

Anyway, I felt silly when I found the pen in the clothes dryer – and then blessed when I saw the pen had not destroyed everything. The flannel shirt also spared me.

I can only take this as a sign that I should be writing. And I might make mistakes along the way, but that’s okay.