Once it is written, it becomes true. I spent some time perusing the self-help book section at Goodwill. Most of the advice was useless and archaic. One was worthy: Journal. So, I journal. In front of me is a blank page – lineless, empty. In my hand is a pen. Once it is written, it is true. I sit until my left leg becomes numb. Numb, numb, then tingly. Then I make the first smudge of black, in the middle of the page. When I begin, the words flow one after another in a long str