So I have a confession to make. It's not a terrible scandal and I hope it won't change how you feel about me - it might even bring us closer, especially those of you who share in my addiction. Ok, let's get it out there - I'm a journal addict!
I'm not sure what it is about them - perhaps it's about potential. They all have the potential to house and keep safe a short story, a piece of poetry of even perhaps my novel. I can scribble away and make the letters form words and the words form sentences and the sentences form paragraphs and so on and so on. I can keep extensive lists to keep me organised and in control as well as writing my goals for today, this month, this year. Views on life and my feelings and thoughts can be expressed and shared and it's just between me and the journal. The journal stays loyal and faithful. It doesn't discuss or gossip with friends in the coffee shop about the things it's heard. Not that my friends would necessarily want to recount the details anyway. I'd like to say the journal harbours grand secrets and illicit tales, yet they are mostly filled with the musings and ramblings of a 48, very soon to be 49 year old woman - it's not that exciting. Some journals are kept especially for such musings with the occasional story idea jotted down in haste, others are selected just for creative writing. Another may be a work journal, filled with lists of things to do, records from meetings and visits with clients. They all have a place and a role to fill - apart from the ones that are too beautiful to write in and they remain pure and untouched in my journal box - yes I know the addiction is strong. As they say the force is strong in this one. You don't believe me - here's a picture of my journal box!
I find them adorable - some are beautifully designed, some are fun, some have expandable pockets at the back to keep other bits of paper in - what joy! Ruled or blank and now I understand we can also experience dots - although I've not ventured into that territory yet myself.
The thought of Moleskine makes me mischievous
The thought of Leuchtturm make me licentious
The thought of Paperthinks make me downright passionate.
Who's with me on this one? I'm thinking of opening a new association for journal obsessives. One where we can share our love of the common and the elaborate, the ordinary and the elegant and explain why they bring such pleasure and delight into our lives.
Want to share your favourite and tell me why and if you've got pictures that would be even better.