Haven’t much felt like writing in my diary, so I’ve been making collages.
Whenever I get my hands on a comics page from the newspaper, I cut them up and play.
I hoard drawings from my 4-year-old to fill the pages.
I found this in my six-year-old’s (abandoned) diary.
If you’re reading this, the sun has not died yet.
And that’s not nothing!
Postcards I sent the boys from the Keep Going tour. (I missed several cities.)
A week-long road trip with the kiddos means this is the first minute I’ve taken all week to write in my diary. My wife’s at the wheel and I could be sleeping or gazing out the window, but here I am, writing, and blogging about writing. (On my phone, no less.) It never ends… but soon this tour will.
My newest winter diary had gone a dozen days without a guardian spirit and then BOOM I saw this photo of Edward Gorey in one of his famous fur coats. (Speech balloons from my son’s Peanuts calendar.)
Covers of my diaries, 2017-2018. (Related: Paper monuments to human effort.)
If I have some extra time during the day, I’ll collage comics or random images onto the next couple of blank pages in my diary, so I’m never stuck for something to write about in the morning. (I got the idea when reading Duncan Hannah’s diaries.) If I don’t have anything to say about the previous day’s events, I’ll start writing to the images, and that usually unloosens something in my mind. Anything to keep from staring at a blank page…
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