I have an obsession with notebooks. In the past I used to buy cheap notebooks, but as I realized that a lot of my stories and poems and ideas were written in them I just couldn't throw them away. So I figured why not spend a little more and buy nice notebooks to save? That's what I started doing. I have a regular journal, I have a word journal where I just write one word a day. Another notebook is filled with story ideas and lines, one is just for church and conference if there is a quote that I like. I have a different notebook for each story I am working on and I have several blank notebooks waiting for their purpose to be discovered. 

"Either write something worth reading or do something worth writing."-Benjamin Franklin 

Writing is what makes me happy. Whether I am writing for my personal journal, blog, or working on a story. I write something every day, it makes a bad day better and it just makes me smile. 

Journaling of any kind is so important to family history. That is why I started a word a day journal. I look bad and I don't always remember what happened the day I wrote Sick, Inspired, or Patience, but I love that I had one word that described my feelings that day. I do love the stories my Great Grandma wrote in her journal, but I also loved learning that she had a passion for writing and that she loved parties. Those little personality traits also help me get to know her more. In my journal I also write my favorite movies, and books and I even wrote about my favorite color. Those little things I want my kids to know about me. 

My Great Grandmother Viola Stout said, "My children and grandchildren might ask 'Why hash over all these things, just the facts are sufficient.' Not for me. The unknown or heretofore untold parts of my life are the moving forces that motivated my actions and my thinking; made me what I am. We are all products of our background and our thoughts. Anyway to write my true story many things must be written that probably would be best left buried, but without which no one would really know my story nor me. I only hope they can serve as stepping stones to my posterity as they see it is natural for others to doubt, to stumble, but that no matter what befalls us, we can pick ourselves up and overcome. Yes, day by day overcome, until at the end of life one can finally say, if strength and courage survive, "I have overcome the world."' -Viola Stout