I have this everything notebook. I carry it around with every where I go. It's for those moments when I need to write things down, like blog entry ideas or music lists. Sometimes whole blog entries end up on the pages. But mostly it contains grocery lists and meal plans. There's a sketch in there of how I'd like the living/dining room to look and also a sketch of the garden so I remember what I planted. When Chris got sick, I started writing more in that notebook. Some things I thought would eventually make it's way to the blog. Most of it was garbage that I just needed to get out of my brain. Well, I've been doing some more of that, just not in a notebook. That's why things have been sparse over here. I wasn't going to say anything until I knew what it was I was actually doing. But I realized that this thing was something I've been working on everyday. It's not just some one off. I did a word count today and have 11,809 words and I still have more in my head.
It's different from writing for the blog. I don't know how to explain it. This thing I'm working on is a memoir of sorts, a collection of this time in my life. It allows me to write things without feeling judged or like I've written something to get sympathy. I'm not giving the blog up by any means. The blog is my connection to world. This thing I'm doing now may never see the light of day.
I just thought you should know is all.