Typing up old notebooks is a bit like injecting heroin into your eyeball — addictive, painful, and not very good for your eyes. Fun though!
Please Don’t Read This
They say you should face your fears. One of my biggest fears is that someone will read my notebooks and realise that I’m mad, that I can’t write, and that even when I do write, my first drafts are so terrible that I should be shot in the name of literature. So, here it is. Several pages of my notebook. Uncut. The only thing I’ve corrected is the spelling.
My Gratitude List
I’ve been keeping a gratitude list of little things I’m grateful for every day. If it gets much bigger I’m going to have to change my name to Rainbow Brite. In a fit of madness, I decided to post some of it here. It’s a bit random, but it’s a great way to track those tiny moments that you otherwise wouldn’t catch, and it’s definitely a practice I’d recommend. Just put the words “Today I’m Grateful For…” at the top and start from th…
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