I made some progress last night on the novel. At about midnight, I thought of a couple of life experiences I wanted to draw from but couldn’t remember the details. Specifically the internship I had during my first quarter at USC.
I looked through my journals, put them in chronological order, and was surprised to see that every single entry in the journal from that era was about my disintegrating relationship with my boyfriend. Imagine that, not one gripe about the internship.
I found a couple of nice lined journal in which I had written barely anything. Most of the pages are blank. I want to use them for something now, but of course I have three or four lined notebooks that I’m already using, and it’s kind of weird to start writing in a notebook that starts with ticket stubs and memories from the summer of ’95.