1/13/10

Eulogy Time

Its the beginning of a new year.  Or the first month, at least.  In my prime (which I hope has only lagged behind, rather than past) It would be the time I close another writing journal, banding up another Moleskein or twisting the cheap notebook out of the make-believe leather covering.  And before I'd start fresh, letting the ink sink into the first unsuspecting pages of my replacement, I'd look back one last time at what I'd written, attempted to write, or failed to complete throughout the year.

Because its always somewhat bittersweet, and because the memories soon fade and are replaced with new ones, much like new life replaces death, I called it 'Eulogy for a Journal.'

But, I haven't quite been performing like i was in that prime lately.  Not only have I failed to exhaust my journal, but through some wonderful folly, I wound up with two journals.  One, the same faux leather covering over a stiff, simple, easy to carry notebook.  The other is something I picked up at a Borders in New York.  Beautiful hardcover, magnetic flap, and covered with elegant, driven scrawl.  A speech by Abraham Lincoln.  In the one that's easy to have everywhere, I have the thoughts that I have everywhere.  Including many of the banal things that I simply have to write down.  In the other beautiful, writing inspired/inspiring book, I have my beautiful writing.  Or, what I try to write, at the very least.

It works out well, I suppose.  Two books.  Two blogs.  And going back and seeing the failed attempts, or the poor successes, has always lead to great things, in my mind.  So I'll be having a eulogy for both.  Check in at The Changing Leaves if you want to know some of the foolish, boring, insane, truthful things that went through my mind in 2009, and check Eulogy for a Journal, if you want fiction, poetry, and pretty words that don't quite belong anywhere. Lets remember that year together.

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