Do you hide your journal in the closet and bring it out in the middle of the night? That’s what I used to do. It had everything in it. My gripes of the day, poems, pictures I drew of my guinea pigs, lesson plans, goals, prayer requests for people I couldn’t even remember, heartaches, books I read, and on and on. I actually loved my yellowing journals which I kept for nearly 20 years. When I married my current husband, I reread some of my entries, and thought, “What a whiney individual you are, Marsha Lee. Someone (Vince’s son) is going to find this after you die, and think you are a shallow woman.” That did it. I shred those puppies. And I cried. I missed them. But I was no longer shallow! (hahaha) You can’t prove it anyway! 🙂
My new friend Andrea and I discussed journals and blogging, and the similarities and differences. We both have destroyed paper journals along the way of life. Anyway blogging is sort of like a journal on steroids. You write, and people actually listen and respond. It’s amazing. But what if you want to write something just because you’re a graphomanic? What if you have secrets that you need to confess. God listens, and I believe he even forgives, but after you’ve confessed for the 1,000th time, maybe you’d better write it down so you know you’re forgiven. Maybe you want to remember some juicy gossip about the neighbor (husband, wife, boss …) – just in case. Maybe bits of conversation that may show up in your next best-selling novel should be recorded in a journal, but not on your blog. I don’t know why people need to write journals, but some of us do. What do you do to keep them safe from prying eyes – your mother-in-law, your teenaged kids, your dad? hmmm
I have two secret stashes. One is Google Drive, and the other is a private blog that I’ve shared with just a few trusted friends because the work is SO unfinished. I also use Dropbox a lot, but not for my journal. I can get that on my phone and my computer without signing in, and so that is not secret enough for my deepest, most sordid tales.
What about you?
An other question came from one of my favorite new blogging friends, JT Weaver. He asked me if I was Marsha Lee or Marsha Ingrao. A lady at work asked me the same thing when I first started my blog. She thought I’d gotten a divorce. Sorry all you handsome 80 + year old men who think I still look young at 61. (Actually my mom’s 88 year old cousin would rather have a 20 year old – go figure!) But, no, Jane and JT, I’m still married.
Lee is my middle name, and I hated it most of my life. Then my friend, Anna León, who was also my boss at the time, started calling me Mar’cha Lee’, and I loved it. After that, I used my name with pride. When I started this blog, I was nervous about telling anyone who I REALLY was – (like I was famous or something!!! hahaha). So I used Marsha Lee to throw people off! I actually thought it sounded kind of cool. Maybe I’m Chinese??? Sordid fact: I almost dated someone named Mark Lee once, and decided 1) he was kind of weird, and 2) I didn’t want to be Marsha Lee Lee.
I still think Marsha Lee sounds kind of cool, so I keep it. That’s who I am now. I’m still a little nervous about being Marsha Ingrao online, but Dianne is Dianne Gray, and Maddie is Maddie Cochere. I guess I can be Marsha Ingrao. But I like Marsha Lee, too. 🙂
Send me your questions – anything. I’ll
see what I can do with answer them as best I can.
I’m excited! The Eternal Traveler asked me to do a guest blog post for her blog. It will be coming out sometime next week, I think. In the meantime, if you don’t already, check out her site.