W is for Writing

image

It shouldn’t come as a surprise that I love to write. When I was younger I dreamt of becoming a writer for a newspaper, but there is a lot more to studying journalism than I took interest in. Perhaps when I am older, I will write on my perspectives of the world and people will eagerly flip through newspapers with inked black thumbs just to read my quips over coffee.

I know that it can only be a fantasy because by the time I’m old enough to have opinions worth hearing there won’t be printed newspapers—unless we’re all very lucky.

All the money and glory aside I really enjoy it. I can blame my sister who struggled to get me to keep a diary at a young age.

I can’t thank my sisters enough for being cool and keeping journals. It gave me the inspiration to write, content with misspellings, and come to terms with my feelings through paper and pencil.

Let me be clear that the fact I (still) cannot spell “diarrhea” angers me to no end. I’ve gotten a bit better. My first journal entry involves me discussing my cold symptoms, such as a “soar thoark.” Maybe it wasn’t that bad, but it was close.

I haven’t counted the number of journals I have filled recently, but I’m fairly certain that I’m close to the 30 journals filled mark.
The picture is most of my journals, but lacks at least four of them.

For me, writing is fun!

Advertisements

Day Forty-Nine: Journals

My life in a trunk at the foot of the bed

In my bedroom I have an ancient and scarred trunk that is getting so heavy I can barely pick it up.
By snapping the two locks open and lifting the lid you will see a huge stack of books. Various colors, shapes and sizes.

This trunk holds 21 handwritten personal journals. My first journal was when I was little girl. It is full of drawings and pretend cursive on the pages. My first real journal was when I was 10 and boy is the spelling painful to endure.

I finally started journaling steadily when I was 14. My entries have gotten neater and the spelling has gotten better but as I’ve grown more busy with school they have gotten shorter.

I have received journals from all kinds of people. Although not many people keep a journal they find it fascinating when others do. I have received journals from my parents, siblings, coworkers, bosses, boyfriends, a tutor and my fiance.

I’m working on a purple journal covered in butterflies that my sister gave me then I’m out. If anybody is looking for a good graduation present… :~)