slackery, writing, and new journals

I have no excuse for not updating here, especially since you have no doubt busted me wasting time on Facebook or Twitter. Somehow, though, 140 characters seems easier to accomplish than a blog post, at least in these past months of an insanely distracting and busy time at work. It doesn’t help when I remember that I have three blog posts sitting in draft mode, two of which have been rendered obsolete.

But it’s all good…or as they say, it all comes out in the wash. So maybe I’m back for a spell — maybe I’ll just hit-and-run post and continue wih a pronounced period of slackery.

Actually, I suspect things are going to be much improved now, and we’ll leave it at that.

I have been doing a lot of writing, just not here. I filled up my last journal a little sooner than I thought, and took a little outing in search of a new model.

Some people obsess over manuals and blue books and whatever else they use to buy new cars — I spend endless hours caressing journals in bookstores. I know, it’s a little weird.

Anyway, I finally settled on one from the monastery…. I used a plain black Picadilly lined journal for too many years to count (the …um…black one in the picture). Lately, though, I’ve found that size, while convenient for slipping into my bag, a bit tiresome on my hand. Yes, this is the part where I sound all old and stuff and whine about arthritis, wah wah wah. So I went a little bit larger, and unlined, so I don’t feel all cramped about writing small, either (dare I mention my aging eyes? no? good idea).

Here’s a little comparison, with the old journal on top of the new:

But the best part is that it is filled with pages and pages of cream-colored thick paper screaming to have me fill it up with stuff:


And if that isn’t enough, every so often it has a little inspirational quote on the bottom. Usually, I think it’s a cheesy distraction in a journal, but this one is full of saints’ ponderings, so who am I to pooh-pooh St. Teresa of Avila, who happens to have today’s entry:

3 thoughts on “slackery, writing, and new journals

  1. I can so relate to everything you wrote here.
    I obsess over journals myself. Takes me forever. The other day a friend gave me one as a gift. I could not believe how perfect it was!! How did she know?

  2. LOVE new journals. That one looks gorgeous. And the quote is one of several St. Teresa sayings I have already written down to reread (or have read to me) during labor. Teresa had better be helping me out in shepherding her namesake into the world! 🙂

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