Many years ago I read or maybe was told, or there again a combination of both that writing a journal is unlike any other writing discipline.
Journal writing comes straight from the soul. No thinking, no dithering. Just a straight contest to make sure the hand holding the pen or the fingers typing the words can keep up with the flow of thoughts.
And where the first draft is the final draft. No tweaking of text, no rewrites, no pondering over word choice, or seeking help from synonyms. Where the grammar, good or bad, stands alone as a beacon to the writer's thoughts, feelings, and emotions.
Having spent energy on recording your thoughts something you have forgotten comes to mind, well that is exactly what a journal is for, the next episode in the ongoing saga.
This is my challenge as I set down my first journal entry. How to remember to write in the first person – I or me, not us or we.
As an FYI, should anyone read this – for many years I had a Facebook page and regularly used that as a form of journal or diary, as we say in the UK. I gave that up six years ago following a range of online threats and abuse because of what I wrote. For the most part, my rails were against the stupidity of this world, as I saw it.
I then switched to writing blog posts, my take on the world around me. I billed them as the irrelevant, irreverent, and sometimes contemptuous comments of a Grouchy Old Gentleman.
For reasons that I can’t fully explain, even to myself, I found this outlet less than satisfying, hence a move to GoodNight Journal. A stay that lasted just 12 months.
So now I have the challenge to write a regular journal entry and move the majority of my prior blogs to Minds.
I am reminded that writing is a solitary endeavor often frustrating when writer's block rears its head. Other times, there are days and even weeks when the words flow like a raging river.
The idea behind my joining Minds was simple. It is a venue for me to rant, rave, and leave my comments on the foolishness and callousness of this world in which we live. Become angry at life's annoyances laugh at the pride of the stupid and mock the woke trends of our times.
Granted, much of what I write is Israel slanted.
I also wanted space to express irrelevant, irreverent, and sometimes contemptuous comments.
Getting older - I have become a grumpy old man - encourages me, at least, not to take the world so seriously (most of the time).
When Donald J. Trump started his run for the US presidency in 2015, I was still on Facebook and recall shouting from the rooftops that a Trump presidency would bring a much-welcome breath of fresh air to Washington and US politics.
Is this not a crazy world?
