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Keeping A Journal + Journal Writing Ideas

dreams journal

You would think since I’m a writer that I would have piles and piles of journals, but I don’t. I have a few scattered in places in my bedroom, most unfinished. But I do have to say, the bits and pieces I wrote were still fun to look back at on. You read something you wrote two years ago to that day and you realize how much things have changed and how it almost feels like just yesterday that you wrote it. Whether you keep a journal that you write in each day, or if you’re like me and write memorable bits and pieces down to read later on, keep doing it. You will get to re-live all those moments some day and recognize just how much you have grown as a person. Some moments will be happy and will bring a smile to your face and others will be sad if you maybe had a bad day that day, but what it will teach you is that things got better, right? Sometimes we need that little reminder.

Some journal writing ideas:

1. My aunt gave me this idea a few years ago, although I haven’t always stuck to it, it’s a good idea for those who are committed to journal writing. Write 5 things you’re thankful for each night before you go to bed. You can write the bad things about the day also if you choose to, just to remind yourself later on that they probably weren’t that bad.

2. Write down the biggest highlight of your day. This relates to the first idea but doesn’t include anything negative. Even if you had a bad day, try your best to find something positive to write down.

3. Create a “Currently Feeling” page about once a week. Simply list how you’re feeling at that exact moment. Don’t explain why, just list them. See how the feelings differ or stay the same as the weeks go on.

4. A “Things I’d Rather Be Doing” or “Places I’d Rather Be” page. This is just a fun, day dreamy idea to let your mind wander a bit.

5. Write a poem or short story.

6. Write down a bunch of your favorite, motivational quotes.

7. A set of goals for yourself. Just because we’re a few months into this New Year, doesn’t mean you can’t come up with some new resolutions. Give yourself your own deadline.

8. Your bucket list. Where do you want to go? What do you want to do? What do you want to see?

9. Doodle. Draw anything that comes to your mind in that moment. Use magazine cut outs, scrap book paper and any other decorative items you’d like.

10. Create an F.A.Q. about yourself! Answer all the questions that people always ask you.

Have fun 🙂

New to the City – The Daily Post Writing Prompt

The Daily Post has asked its followers to participate in a writing prompt called, BYOB(ookworm). Followers are asked to write a blurb for the book jacket of the novel you would possibly write someday.

New to the City

Christmas time was Isabelle’s favorite time of year, especially in New York City. She would throw her scarf and boots on and trek 13 blocks to work each day, not minding as she took in the bright sight of the holiday decorations. She lived in the city for almost a year now, along with her roommate who she has been friends with since she was 8. Ava was like Isabelle’s friendship soul mate, she could not picture her life without her in it.

Isabelle had a decent job at a publishing company, trying her best to work her way up the corporate ladder. She would work crazy hours each day and sometimes on weekends too, but she knew in the end it would all be worth the trouble. Another trouble being that her boyfriend of three years was back home in Westchester and they only saw each other some weekends.

She was used to walking home late at night by herself; the city was always swarming with people so she never felt uneasy. Plus, her father trained her in boxing when she younger, so she felt confident about herself and always kept an eye on her surroundings.

She walked up the two softly-dimmed flights of stairs to her & Ava’s undersized apartment. When she went to put the key in the lock, she noticed the wooden door was cracked open. She pushed slightly and what she saw made her stop dead in her tracks. Her laptop was smashed along with the valuable China plates her mother let her take with her when she moved. She stepped slowly over her Bukowski books that lay scattered on the floor.

“Who would do such a thing?” She thought. She didn’t want to make a noise but knew she had to get Ava’s attention – if she was even in the apartment. She crept slowly down the hall to Ava’s lime green bedroom. It was her favorite color, said it made her feel cheery and optimistic when she awoke each morning. Ava was nowhere to be found, but tiny drops of blood decorated the wood floor. Were they Ava’s? Isabelle’s heart started to race faster and faster, she could hear it pumping through her eardrums. The sound was deafening her as she realized Ava’s cell phone sat beside her bed. Isabelle was going to have to find her best friend another way.