Why not just journal. Keep a diary. Buy a blank book and fill it up.
I kept a journal when I was pregnant. I wrote it in nearly every night before we fell asleep. My husband would read; I would write. I felt like it was such a momentous time that I needed to document it, and I hoped I would keep it up once our son was born.
Spoiler alert: I didn’t.
Newborns are all-consuming…and so are infants. And waddlers (that’s my child care’s cute description of one-year-olds). Same with toddlers and preschoolers. At least that’s how I’ve chosen to spend my time away from work, volunteering, cleaning, cooking, reading, and social media (probably too much time spent in that last category).
Also, there’s something more accountable about making your thoughts public. I think it will make me a better writer.
And, I hope my son will read these someday. There’s something creepy about reading someone’s private journal. (Sweet boy, if you are reading this, you can pore over my pregnancy journal.)
I hope to write about my childhood, my adult life, my loves, and my writing. It’s good therapy for me, and I hope for you.
angie hempel 