Morniel
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I've always had a "paper journal". It started when I was a little girl, given one of those fancy one-year-diaries, with the little lock on the front and all that. I've always jotted down my thoughts, the day's happenings, and so forth; such things are fodder for the short stories I write; they help me clarify things; they remind me of things I need to do. The act of first printing, then as I learned "cursive", of writing, in the journal has helped me develope a fairly neat hand, simply through practise. While I love my computer, and all the nifty things it does, I don't think I'd ever take to "journaling" electronically. It wouldn't feel right, and it wouldn't feel personal. And I can't conceive of online journaling, or "blogging". The stuff I write in my journal is private, it's not meant for public consumption, and aside from that I've never really understood the drive to blog anyway. Why in the world do you want strangers reading your inner thoughts? When the girls were little, I encouraged them to journal too. That was one of the ways the Purple Kid discovered her enormous (and now very lucrative) talent as an artist -- she illustrated the few sentences she used to describe a day's happenings. I also encouraged them to regard their journals, like their desks and purses (backpack for the Purple Kid but meh) as PRIVATE. That way, they in turn regarded my desk, and my bag, as private. So it taught a little piece of courtesy, as well as a little bit of self discipline -- sure, it's easier and faster and neater to type, but it's more rewarding to learn to write legibly and clearly and quickly. This isn't to say that Soltic couldn't read my journals (they're now usually big spiral bound notebooks, colour coded by year. I know. OCD, that's me.) He could read them, if he chose. But he's the only person who could -- and he has never asked to do so.
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