It’s amazing how sometimes ideas occur to you. Sometimes you hear a snippet of of conversation. Sometimes an avalanche of journals falls on you when you’re cleaning out a closet.

As I was cleaning the storage closet – admit it, we all have one – I reached up for something, which hit the stack of journals I placed up there some time ago and all of them proceeded to rain down upon me. I stepped back, surprised. There were so many.

Does anyone else have a stack of saved journals?

I’ve been vexed about these journals. See, I have way more than one stack. I have boxes. I can’t say I hate to admit it. I’m certain if I look through them, I have some from way back when. I think I started keeping a journal when I was ten or eleven.

Some people have been consistent, writing daily. There have been times that I journal has sat by my bedside for some time before I picked it up. I find that I’m a more organized and write more regularly when I keep a journal.

A writer told me she refers back to her journals for accuracy or ideas when writing memoir. OF COURSE!

I’ve been struggling with a memoir. If I can find those childhood journals, it might help…. it could hurt.