Time for a new journal
Friday July 8, 2005 – 12:00 amI just finished my first Moleskine… I bought it and started writing in it around the beginning of January, so it took me six months to fill up 192 pages. I do believe this is the first journal I’ve ever had that I’ve actually used up to the very last page. If you haven’t heard of these things and are wondering why one particular little notebook would inspire me to fill it up when no others have — and I’m supposedly a WRITER! — you can read some why’s and wherefore’s over here on the 43 Folders site.
A few weeks ago, in anticipation of this day, I bought a bundle of three Cahier-style Ruled Journals. But now I don’t know if I want to use them to continue my journaling. Maybe I shouldn’t mess with something that ain’t broke… maybe I should just get another plain pocket-style journal, same as the one I just finished. Or should I try a fancy leather-covered Levenger jobbie? Gack.
The fact that I’m journaling so much might be one reason why I’m not blogging as much as I used to. I’m really enjoying it; I can write whatever I want in there without putting it all under the world’s microscope. Not to rub y’all’s face in it or anything, but I dig having my own little private life. It’s mine, and I love it and it doesn’t need or want comment from anybody but Eric and Lucie and Sarah and maybe one or two other people. I’m not hiding from anybody, it’s just been good for me to nourish that private side of myself. Heh… I almost typed "private part"…!! Yeah, you nourish it Edith. Hee.
July 8th, 2005 at 5:41 am
i think that’s natural - obviously some people love to live in a fishbowl, but no sane person that i know. sorta reminds me of the first blogging that mike watt did from his tours - nels cline wrote fascinating posts to the diary, but they were also very personal. next tour, no nels, or very little, and i was disappointed at first but figured he needed his privacy.
July 8th, 2005 at 6:51 pm
Well, I ended up buying another unruled pocket-size journal just like my old one. I just love ‘em and I’m too used to ‘em now — they’re so easy to carry around and so easy to be sneaky with… a bigger journal would just make me all self-conscious that somebody might be looking over my shoulder when I’m writing on the train or other public places. So, yeah, new Moleskine. I just wrote my name in it now. :-) It’s so pristine and new and *flat*! The old one was all overstuffed ‘cuz it was filled with taped-in ticket stubs, clippings and scrapbooky crap like that.
Maybe I’ll go through the old one and see if there’s anything I can transfer over here, into my "journal" category (stuff that was posted way after it was written). There’s a lot in there that I’d never EVER want to make public — going on and on and on about me and Eric, and the joys of different bags that I love, and fetishes regarding certain specialty office supplies. But maybe there’s some stuff that goes beyond all that crap, we’ll see.
July 9th, 2005 at 8:47 am
What I love about journalling is the occasional weird tangent that one goes on that ends up revealing something to yourself that you didn’t even realize. That is a cool revelation.