First Entry

Okay, so I've always been the daily journal kind of gal. I have a box in my closet filled with journals of various shapes, sizes and colors. I think the oldest one goes back to when I was thirteen, all the way up to about twenty-two or twenty-three. Somewhere around there, my journal-writing became more sporadic until it completely faded out of my life. I tried at different points of my life to keep a daily journal again, but I haven't been able to. And it's been driving me insane.

I've always been a writer -- from the time I was nine, I was writing. My best friend at the time, Rachel, and I even started a poetry club (haha). We had grand plans for that club, too. A clubhouse built in my back yard, other members, poetry readings, etc. And when I moved away, I held onto the idea of writing. I began to write song lyrics when I was eleven, then fiction when I was twelve. And all throughout my various endeavors, I've kept a daily journal. The time between entries became more and more noticeable until last year, the entries stopped altogether. The writing stopped altogether.

Last month, I joined NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) in an effort to get back into my writing. The goal for NaNoWriMo is 50,000 words in thirty days. I'm very proud to say that I met that goal. The novel I was working on isn't finished, but the habits from November have carried over into the new month -- I've been writing every day. And now, I'm starting a blog. I miss writing my own thoughts down about random things, expressing my feelings, getting it all out. And since I'm on my computer more than I care to admit, what better place to start my daily journal writing again?

I'm sure 99.9% of what gets written here is going to be dull and whiney and, well, a bunch of crap. But if I'm writing every day, that's alright with me.