I tried off and on to keep a journal for years before I
finally started one that I was able to keep going. My original journal concept
was basically a diary. I think that’s why it didn’t work. What could I say about
my day to day life? I worked; I drank beer; I went to school, or later taught
school. Certainly, there were personal relationships I could have recorded. But
mostly I was too busy living those relationships to write a whole lot about
them.
It wasn’t until August, 1993 that I started a journal that
took. It began out of a wish to document my commitment to writing. Several
times I’d made statements that I would work on some writing related task every
day. But I often fell well short of that goal.
I started a journal to record specifically what I was doing in writing
each day, and I reread it each week so I could see those days I hadn’t done
what I promised to do. Essentially, it was a way to guilt myself into doing
something writing related each day.
The first couple of years consisted largely of just these
kinds of entries. Here’s a typical example from 1993:
August 4. Did about 6 and a half hours
on the non-fiction guidebook, editing, rewriting, printing, doing the index,
etc. Did about a half hour on fiction, on "Lookadder." Wrote well.
Occasionally, I added a note about
something I was reading:
August 9--Monday. Did about 2 and a half
hours. Made good progress on Mythules 1. Did weak work on "Wanting the
Mouth of a Lover." Read a powerful story by Dean Koontz called "Twilight
of the Dawn."
Only the biggest of non-writing events
made it into the journal:
August 10. Did about 1 hour, 2
paragraphs on "Wanting the Mouth of a Lover." Not much progress. Josh
choked on a grape in the evening. He threw it up and caught it in his mouth,
and it got lodged in his throat. He had coughed it up again before either Mary
or I reached him, but it scared him. It sacred us too. Shook me up.
Even on my birthday, I wrote:
October 14. My birthday. Did a little
work on "Cold in the Light."
And when I could only do school work, I
noted that:
October 15. No writing. Graded tests.
And when I was being lazy, I didn’t let
myself escape without some guilting.
May 20. No work today. I'm being lazy.
Over time, I found myself adding more
and more non-writing information. My entries these days tend to be a lot
longer, although I still record everything writing related that I do. This past
ten days, for various reasons, I’ve actually been going back and reading my
older journal entries. It’s been a bit of a discovery process. I’ll talk about
that in a second post.
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