As part of my assignments in my creative writing course at school, I have to keep a writing journal. It’s something I’ve always meant to do but never have. Instead, I scribble all over the place with sticky notes, on the back of my hand, or make gigantic Word documents for a few sentences.
But today I went to Target and bought myself a brand spanking new journal along with a 12-pack of my favorite G-2 pens. It wasn’t exactly the journal I wanted, but it has the binding I like, and I stuffed it into my purse to drag around with me.
I’ve managed to fill three pages so far. It’s absolutely amazing what you deem worth writing down when you have paper and pen at your fingertips. Everything I heard or thought of, while far from profound, sparked further thoughts, and I just had to write everything down.
Did I mention that poem I had to write for class? It’s done now. I wrote it in my journal in the car while I was waiting for class to start. Poetry-oriented thoughts come more easily through a pen than through a keyboard.
To complete that assignment, I have to find an inspiring poem on americanlifeinpoetry.org and answer a few questions. The assignment’s due tomorrow, so you can see how important this assignment was to me before I had a fancy journal to write in. It’s not easy to motivate me, but wave a fancy notebook in my face and I’m a goner.
Now I’m off to finish my homework for the night, but I have one last thing to say: I JUST FOUND OUT MY EMAIL BUDDY LIVES NEARBY. Good stuff. I’m very happy.