

Years passed, and when I woke up again Instagram, Snapchat, Facebook, Twitter with its 140-character missives, and all the rest had taken over. Then I had babies and became further distanced from the practice of journaling, and from writing altogether.

I graduated from Plath to Didion, reading “ On Keeping a Notebook,” and my project became, simply, to remember: I wanted to record and remember everything, even if only for myself.Īt one point I stopped keeping a journal and decided I should spend my time writing novels instead.

With a blue pen I scrawled across the pages for years, filling a good dozen volumes with stories of woe about my sisters, parents, friends, travels to India and Italy, heartaches, fears, snippets of observations.
WORD NOTEBOOKS PROFESSIONAL
At the time, I used a professional hardcover black-and-burgundy-trimmed notebook with flourishes of gold. I read her journals several times and started writing my own. In my 20s, forlorn and filled with an artist’s angst, I channeled Sylvia Plath. She instructed me to pay attention to the details. My mother told me to, said we had such an unusual family that I should write everything I observed. I started keeping a journal when I was a girl, on vacation with my family in Key West.
