For a long time after I bought it, one little book sat in my handbag ready to be whipped out at any given solitary opportunity, most notably in my favourite corner of my favourite Starbucks. My copy of How To Make A Journal of Your Life by Dan Price is pretty much in pieces, with pages flying off everywhere, unable to stick together in any coherent shape. This is good testament to what a seminal book it has been for my development as a writer, even though nobody has read any of the thoughts that Dan's book has sparked. Journaling has always been a difficult one for me. When I was much younger I thought that there was no point in writing if nobody was reading me (doesn't seem to hold much water any more that one) but then my thinking process refined itself into seeing journaling as a painful exercise that I really didn't want to do. Later still, Danny Gregory entered my life, and as I told you here, I found his principle of journaling aimed at blunting our pains, not reflecting them, revolutionary. It is through Danny that I discovered Dan (I hope you're following...) and within his little book I found a similar message: 'While it is true that many and most personal diaries are kept hidden under bedroom pillows, filled with any amount of secret sufferings, I'd like to propose you simply use any odd spiral notebook for those exercises. This new little empty book... Read more →