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Date: 2020-12-28 10:03 am (UTC)I have failed many many times to sustain a written journal/ diary
I have a slim 2 year diary which simply has set dates and work related events and time tables, but has a few items stuffed into a plastic sleeve , which I am loathe to remove
I kept a sort of gratitude journal for a while in darker times, trying to find something positive each day, but it petered out...
A sketching journal is the only one I have persisted happily, if somewhat erratically, with. One was filled with sketches of the Oregon/Washington trip, and included sketches from photos on my return. One lasted 3 years and was a scribble mix of text and sketch...all done on scene...and covering local trips as well as holidays...just started a new one this year. I have an older incomplete one, which spanned 10 years or more, when the offspring limited sitting with a pen. And I have one which I record things at home in, flowers, bark, favourite green shoe, anemones drawn with different pens/pencils.
I was daunted at first by books on sketch journals, re the quality and skill displayed, but then carried on regardless.
Oh...and do personalised needlepoint cushions count as a form of journaling? A bit unwieldy, perhaps...