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What I’m Reading

I made an attempt to straighten up all the books on my night stand. As is usual, I move a book, I open a book, and then start reading again. I ended up with six books that I simply could not put away and remain on my ‘currently reading’ list. For years I only read one book at a time. I think it was hearing a famous writer, whose name I’ve completely forgotten, speak of keeping three and four books going at a time that liberated me to do the same. The number of books I’m currently into possibly indicates a short attention span, and gluttony, and surely it is a measure of how my time these days is short for the solitude of reading, writing, and musing.

Katharine Graham’s Personal History is on the bottom. I found fascinating the tales of her grandfather and father. Do we even make people with such gumption anymore? There is a line about her mother that struck a cord and I’ve repeated with laughter. But then the family fortunes seemed to get easier, and I’ve become bogged down. I’ve begun skimming, but don’t want to fully set it aside. Graham’s writing was superb, very down to earth, and she is an inspiration. I’ve begun a deliberate reading of women who serve as an inspiration.

The South Was Right! by James and Walter Kennedy. Now there’s a title to produce instant controversy. I first read the book years ago, remembered a few things about President Lincoln and am trying to find the passages again in order to check them out. Of course, as I look, I begin reading with fascination. The book offers to balance much of the slant of those historical times. Also, it is my mother’s book and within I find things such as a pocket Constitution, page notations, newspaper clippings from when Clinton was President, and an old photograph. Every time I turn the page, I wonder what new treasure will pop out.

America’s God and Country, encyclopedia of quotations, by William J. Federer. Fascinating, gives also court decisions of which I’d never heard. I’m up to the letter S in the index, reading what women I find. If one judged the world by this book, one would think women rarely said anything of note.

Karen White’s The Color of Light–I’ve just begun this novel, and I feel myself settling in. I enjoy White’s work. While I will have all manner of non-fiction books underway, I only read one fiction book at a time.

Jesus Calling by Sarah Young. A book of meditations, a gift from a dear cousin. In her introduction to the book, the author mentions being greatly influenced by Catherine Marshall and Andrew Murray, both writers who have influenced me. I thought: “Yes! I’ve found a friend.” And so I have.

Listening to Your Inner Voice, by Douglas Bloch. Short and to the point wisdom. This is the sort of book to which I clip a highlighter. I just love to highlight.

If you have read any of these, I’d enjoy hearing your thoughts.

In literature as in love, we are astonished at what is chosen by others. ~Andre Maurois

The Joys of Journal Writing

If you’ve followed this blog, you know I am a journal writer. A the end of the past year, I decided to gather my journals from the various shelves, nooks, and crannies where they’re tucked and put them all into a plastic container. I want to store them under my bed, an easy place to get to them and begin taking them out one at a time for re-reading.

Tonight I discovered that I had vastly underestimated the size of container needed. I have approximately thirty-five years of journals, and the container I bought that fits under the bed will only hold ten years worth.

Ten years worth of journals, two a year.

I began journal writing in my early twenties. There were no journal writing teachers or classes or gurus like there are now. Nor, as far as I knew, the term journal writer. I thought more in terms of diary, until I read about the journals kept by one of my favorite authors, Catherine Marshall. Mrs. Marshall used simple spiral bound notebooks, and this simple idea inspired me. I had no idea that my compulsive journal writing was a clue to my being a writer.

Day after day, year after year I have written my heart on lined pages. In the first writing course that I took, mystery writer and teacher Carolyn Hart required the class to keep a journal, and to turn it in. There were moans from the younger students around me, but I smiled, eager to do something that came naturally to me. I wasn’t about to turn in my real journal, of course, so I kept a second, far less intimate one.

Sometime in the late 1980s, A friend gave me The Artist Way, by Julia Cameron. Morning pages is Cameron’s famous tool for connecting to creativity. I wanted to keep a second notebook, or just write on legal tablets what was likely to be an abundance of gibberish flowing out, and best thrown away. Yet mostly I wrote in my journals. I discovered that I had pretty much been letting my thoughts flow for years into my journals– my thoughts, my struggles, frustrations, heartaches, and, more and more, my hopes, dreams, and joys. And I never have thrown them away.

If you are a journal writer, you might find interesting the video below, by Christian Baldwin, author and journal writer. She offers some intriguing suggestions to get you started and deepen your journal writing.

Blessings,
CurtissAnn

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