tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7325300274115265117.post5018862607222522720..comments2024-03-09T18:59:51.444-07:00Comments on Raima Larter - Author: Writing Report: Success!Raimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13817382167424203932noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7325300274115265117.post-10989335199454018842018-02-04T15:59:26.742-07:002018-02-04T15:59:26.742-07:00Thank you for trying to post this! And thank you f...Thank you for trying to post this! And thank you for your thoughts. I totally agree and understand about the feeling of losing a dear confidante if I lost my journals. I felt like that for years. I think the switch in attitude happened when I helped clean out my mother-in-law's things this past summer when she died, and thought (yet again) about whether I wanted my journals to still be around when my kids had to do this for me. I really didn't want that. Plus, I'd already started to use throw-away paper for my daily morning pages, so my journaling had taken on a new form. I did keep a couple volumes of my old journal, actually, including the last two year's worth, for the same reason - I always like to look back to a year ago and see where I was then. My plan is to keep throwing those out as the years go by, since it's more the act of journaling that's important to me than the resulting words on paper.Raimahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13817382167424203932noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7325300274115265117.post-49797676602855254912018-02-04T15:57:26.196-07:002018-02-04T15:57:26.196-07:00(I received this note by email and am reposting it...(I received this note by email and am reposting it here! - Raima)<br />------<br />I am a new reader of your blog through serendipitous circumstances. 😉I have kept a daily journal since November 1967 — all in hardbound books of various sizes. In my case, even the thought of parting with any of them would be like losing a dear confidante. <br /><br />As part of my daily quiet time I look at the journal entries from that date 10, 20, 30, 40, and now 50 years ago! — and also the previous year. This year, I am reading the thoughts of an awkward 13-year-old; a whimsical 23-year-old small town girl making her way in the big city often times with hilarious results; a 33-year-old young mother of two who is working full-time as a reporter; a 43-year-old mom of a low-maintenance teenage daughter and high-maintenance grade school son; and a 53-year-old who decided it’s not a completely foolish idea to earn an MA in Writing so she could write a book like a writer and not like a reporter. <br /><br />And, because my short-term memory ain’t what it used to be, I like to read what passed through my head exactly one year ago today. <br /><br />Some say journaling is a form of prayer. I like to see it that way. It’s also like that proverbial onion, pulling back layers one at a time and sometimes you weep. <br /><br />Anyway, those are my humble thoughts about why I’ve been keeping a journal all these years. <br /><br />As for your journaling, it sounds like you had a different purpose — perhaps more as steppingstones that lead to where you are today. And the way you got there is extraordinary! <br />Raimahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13817382167424203932noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7325300274115265117.post-52165662465338504602018-02-01T11:11:27.716-07:002018-02-01T11:11:27.716-07:00Margaret, I believe you will be the next one to be...Margaret, I believe you will be the next one to be making an announcement like this. Tesser well!Raimahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13817382167424203932noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7325300274115265117.post-20916548635127684452018-02-01T10:25:05.437-07:002018-02-01T10:25:05.437-07:00Lovely post, Raima. It expresses lots of heart and...Lovely post, Raima. It expresses lots of heart and encourages me in my own quest for publication. Thanks!Margaret Rodenberghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05384997400281281884noreply@blogger.com