I suppose I have been keeping a journal as long as I can remember, but this journal has been kept in about eighty different notebooks. Do not let this fool you. There are about 100 pages total of actually good writing because I used to get embarrassed about what I was writing and start over in a new book. You see, 12 year old Madeline wouldn't dream of sharing the same notebook as 8 year old Madeline because some certain person might find the book and see the childish ramblings of a CHILD because 12 year old Madeline was SO MATURE. She starts a new journal, decides not to date any of the entries because she doesn't want to admit to her inconsistency in journal writing, and saves the old notebooks in hopes of perhaps combining them all one day. Over this past month I have discovered that I have about 20 half done, wasted books. Most of what I've written is about boys and my vagina and how I hate my hair and I'd like to pretend that all this has changed, but I kind of know better. You should too. I still have basically the same mindset.
Anyway, the deal is that I am trying to focus on ONE notebook and ONE blog and my focus on each of these things has dwindled because I have THE REST OF THE INTERNET TO DISTRACT ME. I really respect those of you who manage to write every day. I would like everyone to think that I write every day and read every day and exercise every day, but I just don't and it would be foolish of me to try to pretend. New Years Resolutions? Of course, but these are my resolutions every year and you and I know both know that it's never going to happen.
I will continue to have random, sparse urges to write heartfelt essays or passive aggressive poems or political commentary or at least hilarious commentary on a cat video. I'll post videos as well, because that's always really easy and enjoyable. You will see. I'll be there for you occasionally.