Okay, I succumb. As much as i tried to avoid doing one of these blog things, from seeing the interesting things other people seem to find time to write about, I too have been inspired.

Its a natural progression I guess, as a journal writer from the age of 9 in my little dinky diary which had one of those crappy locks on it which you could open with a toothpick, till now where I am writing on this laptop. Still, theres nothing like pen and paper… In a hand written journal it has so much life and emotion to it, I mean you can literally see the emotion in the handwritting, each swirl and stroke of the pen adds a little something to the work. It makes it so much more personal.

I always thought (and I still do..) that it would be such a cool thing to have a journal which you could hand down the generations. It would be a great historic record, and insight into ..well someones life! My children can read it after I am gone from this world and learn from my life. I think thats why I do write. Writing in my journal, to me is like, giving back to the world…to my children and my children’s children.