Inside an artist's notebook

At the peak of the Poconos, there was a peculiar place called Pancake, Pennsylvania. And as you might ponder, the people of Pancake were wrapped in pancake mania. Pancakes were pecked on for breakfast bites, but what was preferred for dinner at night? Well, if you guessed it, then you picked right. People pigged out on pancakes at night. I just found this in my notebook from 2015, I think it was, and it's funny to see the notes of my book. Like, sometimes things will flow out like this, fully formed, and other times I need to struggle with it. I probably spelled a million things wrong in this, but it's funny to see like my notes around it are still all the same, like workout, something athletic, then something creative, and plans for other projects, and like little errands mixed in with my notes and stories.