You know, ecar, I had loads and loads of journals.  Just writing about the thoughts, feelings, anything.It simply poured out at a time it needed to be poured - it seemed like a bottomless tank with a bowser of ink.

And it wasn't "book worthy" stuff - darn it.  And no advocate/publisher on hand to "sell" My Story.  But what a bonfire years down the track most of it became.  It was interesting to note the "anger and frustration" of the actual writing format.  Large-angry, petite-cowering, etc

Yes, I did keep some.  Just as I have kept some of the copies of the journal entries of my forebears' travel to this wonderful country on tall-masted sailing ships.  

Records of Life.

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