I keep my journals at my desk.
It’s the desk that got displaced when a crib took its spot in the bedroom. It’s the desk that now tucks in behind the dining table – my writing sanctuary when the baby takes his nap. If I lean forward just a little as I sit here to write, I can see his little body rising and falling as he sleeps behind the glass doors. The chair goes back and forth between the dining table and my desk.
But the journals do not move.
I have misplaced my journals far too many times to know this. When I forget where I put them, I start to forget to write. And that’s when stories start to go untold. These journals of mine – they need their place, just as we all need our place to retreat to.
I love this simple corner of our little home.
Finished journals (like Love Where We Live, where I documented our life in Germany) rest with journals that still have stories untold. The one on top is my favorite, of course. It’s You Are Loved – Niklas’ baby book, still flagged with sticky notes where I want to add photos or record a few facts.
If you’re feeling stumped on how to create a writing routine, start here. Find a sanctuary. Yes, I pay bills and schedule appointments at this desk. But in that drawer? That’s where my stories begin.