>Show of hands:
Who else out there is terrified that someone will read your journals one day?
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This whole writing thing is gutsy.
From Anne Lammot’s Bird by Bird, about when she was writing food reviews for a magazine:
And she was writing food reviews! Not even poetry or drippy journal entries! Just articles about how the chicken tasted that night!
This months’ goal- to write for about 10 minutes a day- produces a lot of “first draft” stuff. Maybe no second drafts at all. Just writing. About nothing. Like- picture 10 more minutes’ worth of this paragraph.
I’ve written about two sentences about how I am not afraid to get rid of old journals. If they are mortifying, and nothing but dry-heaving comes of reading them, then get rid of them.
So I find myself at an impasse. Should you just write and then get rid of a bunch of stuff that you wrote? Or keep it all- journal entries, stabs and poetry, reflective writings, etc- and just say “the hell with it” when you think about your kids or relatives reading it one day?
I’m serious. Tell me.