Category Archives: The Random Journal

The Journal Shelf


Journals, far too many of them. Who’s ever going to read them? They go back to 1965, skip the lost decade of the 70s, then plough on to the present as I get ever more detailed and obsessive about only Black & Red hardbacks. I buy them in packs of 5, I index each book when I finish so I can see at a glance what events it covers.

Sometimes I do Morning Pages religiously and a book is filled in 3 months, other times it hangs around for ever.

I had this brilliant idea that I would feature ‘The Random Journal’ on this blog. Pick a date, find the nearest journal entry then offer the pearls therein to the world. I tried it, and there’s an awful lot of dross and maundering self obsession.

What’s a journal for?

  • If you’re in the habit of them, a journal is a great comfort – the friend who’s always listening
  • It’s a very selective and partial record of events
  • A way of dialoguing back with books I’m reading
  • A place to put anger and self-pity instead of dumping it on others
  • A place to try out parts of my own writing and reflect on it