Mar 10, 2011 18:14
Fiddler keeps up with his journal and reminds me that maybe I could keep up with mine.
I was never good at keeping a journal. As a kid I'd buy all these blank books and write for a few days, for a few pages, and then shelve it, until I got the itch again, and I'd go get another blank book. The most successful experiences I've ever had with journal keeping is when I thought someone would read it. Everyone gets inspired by Anne Frank, how brilliant, how simple. I wanted to be famous for my journal too, I wanted to leave the world a legacy. I wanted some future generation to understand humanity through my words and my eyes. Even though I'm terrible at keeping a journal, I still feel that way.
I think about my sketchbooks, all full now. I haven't bought a new one in years, and I can't remember when I decided that they were all finished, but it was some time in the past five years and I haven't ventured to start another one. No ideas. So I've just decided to write down everything as it comes. I just want to say a bunch of words, and maybe maybe maybe I'll find that when I've emptied my brain of all the surface garbage, I really had something to say all along.