I kept journals from the time I was maybe, 14 until I was around 21. I'm not entirely sure why I stopped. Most likely I filled the one I had and never bought another one. Mostly they were filled with ideas for stories and poems and doodles. I'd go through periods where I'd describe something that struck me during the day in as much detail as I could muster. I'd also do writing exercises in them. I have no idea where most of them are.

Now, I end up writing stuff on my note taking app, which reminds me, they've sent me a notice that they will no longer be continuing service, so I have to find a new one that I like. If I'm not putting notes into my phone, I write on lots of small scraps of paper, which I then transfer to blank documents on my computer where they either turn into something or don't. I often end up putting them through the wash because I forget I put them in my pockets.

Here is an example of a scrap of paper on my desk (there is a pile):

  Riot grrrls -> Riot moms?

  Soon the ground will be filled
  with color

  I knew there would be boogers

I think those have all ended up in something or other in the past month. I'm not naturally inclined toward organization, but writing has definitely helped me improve on that. Things make more sense when I can see them on paper.