Hello my journal, how are you?

The Muse sat down and started writing in her journal: I wish I could see the rest of the world. But I’m stuck in this magical fairy world that just happens to have a train station.

“It’s called writing,” her father told her. “You sit down and write down your feelings. It helps you to understand yourself better.”

The Muse looked at him, bemused. “I know what you mean. I have so many feelings. I just don’t know what to do with them.”

“Try writing them down. When you have a story that’s been bothering you for a while, sit down and write it down. Then you’ll have it all out in the open.”

The Muse smiled. “That’s a good idea. I’ll do that.” Later that night, the Muse sat down at her desk and looked at the blank page in front of her. She felt a lump in her throat. She was homesick. It wasn’t a good feeling.

“Dear diary,” she wrote, “I’m really homesick. I miss the beautiful scenery and the sound of the rain and the wind and the sky. I’m not really sure what it is that I miss about home, but I know that I want to go home.”

The Muse sat back in her chair. She looked up at the ceiling and thought about what she’d just written. “I miss you too,” she said out loud. “I really miss you.”

The next day, the Muse decided to try something different. She wrote in her journal: Dear diary, I have a great idea. I’m going to travel home. I’ll pack a bag and take a train to the city where I live. I’ll get off at the train station and take a taxi to my home. Then I’ll go home.

The Muse looked at the words she’d written. She had a feeling that the story she’d written about home wasn’t going to be the one that she needed to write. She needed a different story. “I’m going to go home,” she said to herself. “And I’m going to make this my new story. I’m going to make it the best story I can.”