One of the things that I love about GoodReads is it's First-Reads Giveaways.
Vampires? Check. Werewolves? Check. Death prophecy to hang over your head? Double check. Seventeen year old Emma Hutchinson struggles to find her place in the world she has been born to as she tries to decide whether she should be with Michael, the boy she has been dreaming about since she was three or if she belongs with Dominic, her betrothed. As a member of GoodReads, I received a free copy of Bella Notte by Jesse Kimmel-Freeman through their First-Reads Giveaways. All opinions are my own. Get your copy from Amazon!
And one of the things I like about From Left to Write, is writing an inspiration blog as opposed to a review.
Tonight, I'm going to write about journals.
When I was a little girl, one of my favorite memories of my Grandma Betty were of her writing in her journals at the end of every night. She would write down anything of note, but she would also keep track of the weather, temperature and meals. I can still remember her sharing some of her journal entries with me-- and how she could pull them out an tell you years later if a question came up-- like what the weather was like this time 10 years ago, or how much stamps were 6 years ago. It was really cool!
Once I learned how to write, I started keeping journals of my own. Off and on-- I was never so consistent as my Grandma. Still, over the years until I was 17, I generated over a dozen filled journals. Then, I headed off to college and got busy enough that I stopped. Pretty much, my first round at college is only contained within my memories. I wasn't big on taking photographs and I've never been really big on being in them, so it's almost as though I wasn't even there. It makes me a little sad. But I'm thankful to facebook for allowing me to reconnect with so many of my friends from then and to share those memories with them (:
Another 6 years passed and I got friendlier with my home computer. Started trying to keep a journal saved in documents. I was even worse at that writing them by hand(lol). Again, facebook came to the rescue as a way to keep track of the little daily details worth commenting and sharing on (: And so too is my blog-- this is as close to a journal as I'm ever likely to get again. Because I've always been of the opinion that you don't write down what you wouldn't mind sharing, even if sometimes, you're quiet about it. Eventually, I anticipate that my boys will read through these entries and learn more about their Momma.
After all, they say that once something is posted on the internet, it's out in the world forever. It's as close to immortality as I'm ever likely to get-- and as close as I'm willing to.
As much as I like reading about immortal beings, I have never been under the influence of wanting to BE one; I'm alright with being a simple mortal human.
...with a good internet connection (;