I have been writing in a notebook as well. My journal is more for trains of thought – unplanned writing. My notebook is for writing about specific topics and keeping notes for things I want to write about and for scribbles of poetry.
Whether I’ve been writing in my journal or my notebook, I’ve enjoyed the act of putting pen to paper. I like the way the words look in my own handwriting. It makes me sad to know that so many schools are no longer teaching cursive. I know it’s not a necessary skill, but I think pretty looking words are good for the soul.
I wonder if journals and notebooks will be become more difficult to find as the digital world grows. I was disturbed last weekend because I had to make a trip to a mall and it was ridiculously difficult to find one with a book store. How can a mall not have a book store?
I fear the loss of real books – the ones with pages and binding. And I fear the loss of journals and notebooks and handwriting.
I miss cameras with film and the anticipation of developing your pictures. I miss physical photo albums and getting doubles so you can share with friends and family.
Do you remember leaving the house and having no way to contact anyone until you arrived at your destination? I miss that too – the quiet.
I miss watching infomercials at 3am because they were the only thing on TV.
I miss Tower Records and the stations for listening to CDs. And making mixed tapes. And replaying the same song over and over so you could write down the lyrics.
I miss going crazy because I couldn’t remember the name of an actor or song or TV show and then jolting up at 3am just to say it out loud because it finally came to me – or better yet, waking up to use the bathroom and finding the answer written on a piece of paper taped to the mirror because my Uncle Tom remembered after I went to sleep.
I love the gadgets and the incredible benefits of the digital age (hell, I wouldn’t have my job without the internet), but sometimes I just miss those little things that my daughter will never understand.