Not anymore. Not the way I used to. Applying pen to paper and emptying the nonsense rattling through my brain into notebooks is something I’ve done for years. I started my first journal the summer I was twelve, shortly after reading The Diary of Anne Frank as I recall, and have written off and on over the years.
The odd thing (to me) about blogging is that, when I was just writing for myself, I didn’t have to worry about my ‘voice’ or trying to be entertaining or amusing; I never had to worry about revealing too much or concern myself with not opening up enough.
Does anyone else wrestle with this?