My first girlfriend, Nancy, gave me a journal when we were in high school. That was in 1977. Forty-one years later, I now have forty-five tomes on my shelves, over ten thousand pages that chronicle my life and the lives of those around me.
They are a wealth of information. All my notes for my books are in there. And my life: the journals are a chronicle of my experiences and thoughts. They’re the backbone of all my literary work. You might find them useful as well.