I kept a journal for ten years. I didn’t set any strict rules for myself regarding when and how much to write, but I usually filled a large blank book per month.
The biggest problem people have when keeping a journal is what to write in it. I loved to write about conversations overheard in restaurants—made for really good fodder for fiction. I loved to recount interesting parties I attended; loved to profile the odd people I met in even odder places.
Journals are also helpful for ruminating on difficult problems. The one thing you don’t want to do is exclusively use your journal for complaining. Once you get into that habit, you will eventually become bored with your own journal—not good.
I stopped keeping a journal four years ago when I had less time to devote to the process. I also found myself complaining more than I was creating, and I wanted to use my limited time towards my other writing projects.
One more thing—get the good hardbound journals; a pen that doesn’t make your hand cramp; and feel free to decorate the covers with ridiculous and happy art. You’ll find yourself returning to the page more if the tools are appealing.
