My lola gave me a journal when I was already working. According to her, I was the only one among all her grandchildren who takes after her love of reading and writing. She said nothing could distract me when I am reading, which was so like her. However, I never get to write anything on the journal that she gave me. Then I bought another one, and just last Christmas my student Shaun gave me one too.
If only I could buy time. Then maybe one day I could just drag it out from my bedside table and just write, write, and write some more.