This past weekend I was deep cleaning my room. Getting rid of stuff, organizing my things like art supplies, my film camera gear. I was also getting rid of some one clothes that I stored in a storage bin that I no longer wear. Well haven’t worn in a long, long time, so I thought its time to trash them. I didn’t trash them, I will donate them, since they are still in good condition.
Also in the storage bin was my few my journals and sketchbooks. I’ve been journaling for about 5 years. Nothing interesting to read in those journals unless you find entries of struggling to find employment entertaining. Within those entries I also did some watercolors sketches. It interesting looking threw them. I only wish I had more to write about, but most days I don’t have nothing to write down. Any suggest when you struggle with writer blocks?
Below is a picture of my journals. Starting from the left side is my current journal, which I started when the pandemic began. Going toward the right are the journals before that one. The one on the right side, the brown one is my first journals. All of these journals are actually sketchbooks.