This past week, I acquired a new blank journal. I’d filled all my others (and one spiral notebook) when working on the mysterious “handwritten piece,” which I started back in mid-October, finished in mid-January, and have been typing up, revising, and suchlike since.
I’m up to 30,000+ words and have quite a ways to go.
But that’s neither here nor there. As you can see from the attached picture, my new journal is very lovely . The cover was sculpted in polymer clay by my friend (and fellow writer) Emily Mah Tippets. It’s a solid little book, and I’m still debating what to put into it.
I don’t know how it is for most people in these days of computers, but blank paper has a lure for me that a blank computer screen does not. It seems like the incarnation of potential, which is rather ridiculous, since realistically it’s the reverse. After all, on a computer screen, you can immediately erase whatever you write or draw. When you write on paper, even with a pencil, the impact is much more permanent.
I don’t keep a diary (although I do keep a record of my writing). I keep a separate journal of what I’m reading. And I have a handmade book in which I occasionally record random thoughts.
What would you put in a blank journal?
This week’s installment is on the shorter side because I’m nursing a sore shoulder and keyboarding puts a stress on it.
Funny thing. Handwriting doesn’t cause me any pain at all, so, don’t worry… I’m still writing.