I've never been able to keep a diary. My work and personal calendars are always up to date, and organised, but I've never managed to replicate that in a physical form, no matter how hard I try. Therefore, it was a particular challenge to be gifted this beautiful 365 journal by some good friends of mine this Christmas. So what to do? I couldn't leave it languishing in a drawer, it's far too lovely for that. Begin a daily journal, in the vain hope that this year will somehow be different to the 30+ which have gone before? More optimistic that anything else, and if I lasted three months I'd be astonished.
No, something different then.
As it turns out, the journal is numbered, not dated (perfect!), so instead of 365 days of journalling, I've resolved to write 365 poems in it, over the course of one year. The vague rules are as follows:
1. The poem doesn't have to be perfect, or finished, but it has to be a new idea
2. I don't have to write one piece per day, just 365 in total
3. Not everything I write has to pass through the journal first
4. The more experimental or different to the usual, the better
5. The scribblier, the better - this is only for me
I will update here, perhaps with some of what I write over the year, but certainly with a tally of how many pages I've managed to fill.