My
childhood diaries, however, have gone the way of my baby teeth. Just as well.
Some things are better left forgotten.
More
recent journals are scattered about my home: stacked on the floor, stuffed
into the back of shelves, and hidden in boxes in the closet. I wouldn't be
surprised if some are propping up second-hand furniture.
Does
this mean I'm indifferent to the contents of those half-remembered tomes? I
prefer to see them as buried treasure. How much more poignant the words will
seem when unearthed years from now. And perhaps their value will have grown
during the passing years.
Consider
the following description written during a morning freewrite at an oceanfront
cottage:
"The
way the foam dances ahead of the wave, it looks like nimble fingers on piano
keys."
The
line stayed in my head for years and eventually evolved into the following
poem:
water washed over
cold crescent shore loosely keyed
pebbled concerto
Journaling
is a valid aspect of any writer's life. Recording your observations on a daily
basis provides practice and discipline. Try it for a week--just one page per
day--and see if you're not convinced.
You
just might realize that there's more to "keeping" a journal than
choosing its storage location.
Betty Dobson is an
award-winning writer of short fiction, essays and poetry. She also writes
newspaper and magazine articles but is still waiting for those awards to
materialize. In the meantime, she continues to run InkSpotter Publishing, which has three new
books available and several more in the works for 2012.