somebody else wrote writing fiction but i’d like to add having a diary and consistently writing in it, i’ve always said i can’t have one and it’s overrated, well i take it all back, i understand the hype and i love it so much.
This. My little page a day is saving me this year. I use it to write down other things that bring me joy like
- Golden sand piled on a barge in the bay
- a woman in a powder blue coat and matching powder blue hat looking out over blue water in under the gray blue scaffolding of the bridge
- Sarah’s mom repeating “tough and sweet” after I said “tough and sweet”
- anarchic splendor of tall buildings. No way to control what happens in here all the time.
- light sparking through the rippled glass door–a small puddle of light.
- a little girl that looks like my mom
- recognizing that the beautiful fence is close to where I often hang out but I never walk that way
- two perfect black tire tracks in the snow
And my favorite: ! A little dog did a hand stand to pee! Front paws down, butt up, pissing in the air! An acrobat!
and not skipping!!! even super drunk or super tired I have to write my diary and it’s funny to read back because my handwriting is scrawled and all over the page. i have done it consistently for over a year now. it reminds me that the days that memories blur into one mass were actually distinct and lived second by second
Sometimes all I want to do is have someone listen to me talk about it. It’s not realistic though and it’s annoying. When I write in my diary and I read it back over it feels like someone is listening