A Lost Art

I've been meaning to write in my real, pretty, handmade journal for months now. There was a particular day in my life that I would love to document in my paper journal but for whatever reason, I'm dreading writing in it. Probably because it's so much easier to just sit at a computer and type everything rather than sit on the couch and physically write in the damn thing. All that handwriting hurts my hand! I haven't written in it much because before I used the journal to bitch at no one. It was a way for me to write down everything that bothered me about some particular situation and document it. Occasionally I would re-read the entries months or even years after I wrote them...however, I haven't written in the damn thing in I can't tell you how long...months, maybe even a year. I used to love writing in it because it became a sort of outlet–a place I could not only write but draw, doodle, and express myself through words. Maybe it's the lack of time, maybe it's laziness, maybe it's the attraction of an electronic blogworld...but whatever it is I know my pretty handmade journal is feeling neglected. Blog writing is great, but it's also not as personal, not as intimate, and certainly doesn't allow for the creativity I once had with my journal. So for a creative person like myself, I'm finding that a blogworld is rather impersonal and sterile. Is paper journal writing becoming obsolete...a lost art? Maybe I should dust the damn thing off before it really feels neglected...now if only I could figure out where it is...