All day long I have been narrating everything I do in my head. I’m serious. I can tell that’s when I’m in blogging/writing mode. In addition to narrating my own actions (in a witty, humorous way of course) I constantly keep coming up with ideas of other things I’d like to write about. Earlier I had so many ideas for different blogs to write, but honestly it’s too much and too tedious that I doubt many of you would even want to read it if I was constantly writing everything in my head.
So I thought I would sit down and try to write out all of my narrative thoughts in one post, but in the end all I could specifically remember was “I am eating cereal from a cup.” (Yes, I eat cereal from a cup, but only because I have no bowls here. Don’t judge me.) I had some thought about my puppy Ellie, something clever to say when she got all wrapped up in her leash; but I don’t remember that now either.
I do remember thinking that I need to start journaling again. I have journaled off and on since I was 7, but I had not written in my journal in three months until last night. So I remember thinking today that while all of you might not feel like reading my random and wandering thoughts, at least I could write them down in my journal throughout the day. Because, really, when it comes down to it, I think most of us write for ourselves. Yes, readers and comments are wonderful, and they encourage us to keep going. Writing is about connecting with others. But also at the heart of our writing is…well, us.
So when I find myself narrating in my head and thinking of all the things I might blog/tweet/update my status on Facebook about…well, perhaps I should start taking it back to the journal where I first started writing…where writing was simply about me, the words, and the page.
I’ve missed you.
P.S. Out of curiosity, how many of you fellow bloggers have written or still write in a journal/diary?