Last Tuesday, I panicked, when I thought I left my briefcase in the conference room. My Infernal Journal. What if someone takes it out, just to ID the case? What if the page spills open to where I'm calling names, less than nice, spurred by incompetent, rude work associates.
An email, notice pops up. Subject: "I read your journal. Your are messed up."
OMG. My heart could not pound harder. I spun in my chair and caught sign of my briefcase parked by the office door in my rush to do who knows what.
Okay, I embellished a bit. (I am a writer) I don't fill my notebook with slurs against my co-workers. And I didn't leave my briefcase in the conference room. But...
My Infernal Journal is private. It's about me. I don't be ugly. I be honest. I write letters to me expressing my thoughts, responses, reactions. I explore my inner self and discover me, entry by entry. I can process my feelings in my Infernal Journal. On occasion, I go back to my earliest memories and write about my feelings now concerning what happened then.
My Infernal Journal helps me stay real with my fiction. I borrow phrases written straight from the heart to use in a short story scene or dialog. This notebook keeps me balanced. I can forgive me, encourage me. When I need to get away, I can time travel to the past or the future.
I can set goals, tap into my writer's intuition, and open a new world -- a world discovered by me, for me.
My notebook is a diary of sorts, a friend, a confidante. My expressions increase the love I have for me. And self love can bring about healing and personal growth. The Infernal Journal loves me, and I love the Infernal Journal. I keep it close, just in case I need a solid unmovable shoulder.
If you don't keep a notebook for recording your thoughts and feelings, try it. It just might set you free, help you find your creative self, and give you the strength to chisel through your writing challenges, which in turn can set your writing free. Keep a notebook. It's good advice.
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