Consistently Inconsistent
Do you know how many half-filled journals I have stashed away in drawers, on shelves, in storage boxes around my house? Yeah, I don't either.
And half-filled is rather optimistic; More journals than not have the first three pages dutifully completed; the rest of the pages are blank, waiting for that day when I'm desperate for a clean sheet of paper, or for when I'm angry or sad or jubilant enough to scratch out a few navel-gazing lines, or for when I've made yet another New Year's resolution, another promise that this time will be different.
Well, this Goodread's blog is no different, that's for sure! I had such good intentions of keeping this space updated. What can I say? I'm consistently inconsistent.
So here I am again. And it's not even the day after New Year's!
Maybe it's because the birds are chirping, despite the frigid temperatures; or maybe it's because I'm struggling to write a scene in my never-ending fourth novel, and I figured writing in this blog would be more fun.
Most likely, I'm blogging today because it's the 23rd anniversary of my first date with my husband, and he, in his aged wisdom, suggested I blog more consistently. Well, we think we went on our first date on February 9, 1997. It might have been February 8. Or February 12. It was definitely before Valentine's Day. And it was definitely in 1997 when we were both 19. Nineteen! Who were those people we once were?
Maybe I should fish out one of my old journals and figure it out, eh?
To any of you out there reading this blog: do you keep journals? If so, what compels you to keep them up--or do you find yourself dipping in and out of them like I do?
Happy February to you all!
And half-filled is rather optimistic; More journals than not have the first three pages dutifully completed; the rest of the pages are blank, waiting for that day when I'm desperate for a clean sheet of paper, or for when I'm angry or sad or jubilant enough to scratch out a few navel-gazing lines, or for when I've made yet another New Year's resolution, another promise that this time will be different.
Well, this Goodread's blog is no different, that's for sure! I had such good intentions of keeping this space updated. What can I say? I'm consistently inconsistent.
So here I am again. And it's not even the day after New Year's!
Maybe it's because the birds are chirping, despite the frigid temperatures; or maybe it's because I'm struggling to write a scene in my never-ending fourth novel, and I figured writing in this blog would be more fun.
Most likely, I'm blogging today because it's the 23rd anniversary of my first date with my husband, and he, in his aged wisdom, suggested I blog more consistently. Well, we think we went on our first date on February 9, 1997. It might have been February 8. Or February 12. It was definitely before Valentine's Day. And it was definitely in 1997 when we were both 19. Nineteen! Who were those people we once were?
Maybe I should fish out one of my old journals and figure it out, eh?
To any of you out there reading this blog: do you keep journals? If so, what compels you to keep them up--or do you find yourself dipping in and out of them like I do?
Happy February to you all!
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