
I need to go back to keeping a list of writing prompts, distilled from the myriad mundanities of my days. I have been feeling a hunger to express myself again. Maybe going through my early blurty entries has reawakened this appetite for keeping a real journal, something more like a diary rather than a clippings book. The difference between then and now, however, is that I am really into my little projects now - the book-blogging and the hardcover quotebooks. Back then I hungered to find projects that would absorb my attention and energy, but I essentially had nothing between me and my blog, not even any blogging pals, so that I was free to simply write about my days as they flowed by me, such as they were, all empty and trivial. As blah as it may be, there is something emotionally satisfying in it. It is as creative as I get.
The problem today is that I have to pick my opportunities around my projects, and when I do, I cannot recall what I might have wanted to write about. Therefore I must resort to an old solution: making a quick note when something seems a little fertile for journaling, and keeping the list of those notes nearby. Easy. One just has to see it and start doing it.