MY WRITING PROCESS My journal is like my best friend. It is always there when I need it, it is always open to what I have to say, and it never forms an opinion about me for what I have said. It is a trusty notebook that has been by my side through thick and thin. Though the writings inside may be a jumbled mess to those who try to read it (if they are so lucky), it always reminds me of what I was feeling when I wrote that entry.
I tend to write about situations that have occurred in my life that I either had a conflict with, or that I was very pleased with. I could either be writing about a disagreement that I just had with my dad over whoÃÂ¢ÃÂÃÂs turn it is to walk the dog, or how I just met the perfect guy in my biology class.
Either situation, I normally take up about two full pages in my journal filled with emotions, opinions and concerns.
When I do write in my journal, I normally take the time to do so at the end of the day, just before I turn out the light to fall asleep. I lie in my bed comfortably with pillows propped up behind my head, the radio off, and my answering machine on, and just let everything out. All I have is my mind full of events that have happened, events that are desperately trying to find a way out of my mind to be heard, but only on paper.
I begin my paragraphs with phrases like ÃÂ¢ÃÂÃÂYou will never believeÃÂ¢ÃÂÃÂ¦ÃÂ¢ÃÂÃÂ or ÃÂ¢ÃÂÃÂThe weirdest thing happened to me todayÃÂ¢ÃÂÃÂ¦ÃÂ¢ÃÂÃÂ or ÃÂ¢ÃÂÃÂI donÃÂ¢ÃÂÃÂt understand whyÃÂ¢ÃÂÃÂ¦ÃÂ¢ÃÂÃÂ as if I were talking to someone, trying to begin a conversation with them. But in...