It has been a long time since I have written about anything other than the books I have read, but today I am going to do just that!
Bookstooge has a post about why he still paper journals, and it really struck a chord with me. It is something I have been thinking about quite a bit lately, so I decided to join the conversation.
I have been blogging since 2005, but my blogs were always professional, not personal. I would occasionally have more personal posts, but that was never the focus of any blog I have had. Mostly that is due to the fact that I am a very private person; I don’t talk about myself under normal circumstances. But, like an awful lot of us, I have long had a need to voice my thoughts. And so I have been journaling for a long time.
I have almost always just used cheap composition books and fountain pens for my journals. I haven’t ever had a really expensive journal, and that has always been OK with me. I am not as interested in the finished product as I am in the thinking that gets works out on the page. Unlike Bookstooge, I have not saved all my journals. I have moved too many times to keep them all. And sometimes, I honestly have not wanted reminders of certain times in my life. As a matter of fact, I just tossed a few that had stacked up about 3 weeks ago, and I am totally fine with that.
My journals are where I think through problems and make decisions. They are a place for me to talk through my worries without burdening a living, breathing person. (I seem to worry a lot from time to time, so that is a real blessing for those around me!) They are also a place where I can celebrate the good times and marvel at this beautiful world. But I am not attached to them. As a matter of fact, I just finished one a few days ago, and I am trying to decide when it would be appropriate to throw it in the trash. I doubt I will ever want to refer to it, and if I did, it would probably be soon; that is why I haven’t tossed it yet. Plus, it seems a little silly to write page after page and then just discard it. So it sits on my shelf, knowing full well its days are numbered.
For me, a lot of the joy of journaling comes from using my fountain pens in them. I have used fountain pens off and on since I got a dark green Parker 45 Convertible as a high school graduation gift in 1968. (It cost $5 then!) Today I have more than a dozen pens that I rotate through. None of them are very expensive, but they all enhance the process of writing for me. Putting pen to paper and watching the ink flow out and form words that express my ideas is really satisfying.
In that connection, I wanted to mention a new blog I have been following: Shaggy’s Left Handed Journey in Writing. The author is another fountain pen enthusiast who is using writing in his daily life. He also happens to be my son! If this topic is even slightly interesting to you, I invite you to check it out.