Penzu asks: “lf you were to think of your journal as a friend, whatunique qualities will this friend have?”

Suzi Blu taught me years ago that my journal is my friend. That it will always hold my secrets. That it doesn't care how often I tell it my fears. That it never gets mad at me if I kick it under the couch and forget about it for awhile. It has no expectations. It is always there when I need it. It doesn't even care if I spend some time with another journal.

These are the journals I'm using right now:

There are seven of them. Three I made myself. Two are identical but serve difference purposes. Some of them are task specific - cartoons only, cheap thoughts only, palettes - while others are just a catchall. There is no rhyme or reason to them and I don't try to force on. Some of them are almost full while others are barely touched. When I feel the need to journal, I usually have a specific one in mind and I don't question that, I just find it and use it.

PS I have another journal, a moleskine sketchbook, that didn't make the picture. So that's eight. Right here, right now, journals that I'm currently working in. My friends.