Flannel Bikes

Dear Diary,

In Minnesota, I slept on flannel sheets.  They were soft and warm and so very nice.  I decided I needed a set and managed to find some with bicycles on them.  Well, in California, our flannel sheets took on the feeling of the local fog.  I climbed into a bed that was cold and not quite damp, but certainly not dry either.  My pretty sheets were a disappointment in this wet, dreary weather.  I adjusted the dehumidifier in our bedroom in the hopes that tonight will be better.  I refuse to give up those sheets!  They have bikes on them!  I started writing.  What does that mean?  I'm considering a book of some kind in the future.  For now, I am just writing for an hour a day to see where it takes me.  I read so many genres of books that I will need to decide which one I am going to go with.  I was worried that I couldn't write all that descriptive stuff and keep it interesting.  What I caught myself doing, today, was correcting myself over and over and over again.  I guess I need to just go with the flow . . . is that against my nature?  Yes!  Tomorrow, my plan is to just write and not keep going back to change things.  Maybe this will get me more that a paragraph worth of words.  It was a mighty fine paragraph, though.