What is International Fake Journal Month? IFJM was started by Roz Stendahl and it is a inspirational month for creatives to take a time out to create and be an alter ego. However, you must do it in a journal of your own choosing. I am not a writer, but occasionally I have a story that wants to be told, so this is a good way for me to do this.
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I have participated a few times, last year I did complete the month. I was going to pick up the story from last year where I left off, but another story has been screaming to be let out, so I had to run with it.
I started writing mine in a homemade sketchbook. Last year I wasn’t too visual, it was more about the story. This year is pretty much starting off the same way.
Here is the sketchbook I made quickly so I could travel with it. The cover has no relation to the story, or it might. Time will tell.
I don’t know if you will be able to read my handwriting so I will transcribe it here.
My name is Sarah. I am an orphan. My mother died not long after marrying my stepfather, Paul. They had a wonderful relationship, even if my two evil step-sisters, Paul’s daughters, tried to ruin everything. Their mother had left them for a low life golf pro. She wasn’t a nice person to be around and my step-sisters don’t see her very often. Paul is a wonderful person, devoted father and an all around great guy. He still misses my mom. Who am I? I am the great great great great great great great great (I lost count) granddaughter of the real Cinderella. Yes, she was a real person and she is my ancestor. My dad, who passed away in the war, was her descendant. This is my April Journal that I am writing to remember that this is my Prom Month.
So here is my first day….
April 1, Wow! It’s finally here! My Prom Month! It’s April 29th and I hope the weather is great! Well, the weather is always great, here in Florida. Unless a storm comes through, then we’re packing and heading for higher ground, like Kentucky. I have to go today with my Dad (who’s really a step-dad but the only Dad I have) and my bitchy step sisters, to pick out my Prom gown. My step-sisters, Melissa and Stephanie. What bitches. They, of course, went all out and now that it is my turn, they told my Dad to take me to Wal-Mart for my dress. My Dad assured me that he would take me to the same Prom dress shop he took them for their gowns. I wish they both had gone away to school but of course they both had to stay home and go to the local university. So they are still here. Melissa is a dietary major and will graduate in May. She needs to study harder because it isn’t working for her at all. (See tiny sketch)