1. 12th February 1665
I have misused my previous journal in so many childish ways as I was only a mere, innocent and foolish eleven year old girl but now with my black leather, two guinea journal I write on my eighteenth birthday. I never really felt the need to write down all my thoughts or worries in a journal, but now I have this one I find the idea so enticing that I simply can not resist the temptation. I am using one of my favourite feather quill ink pens for this entry, there are so many different things going on in life and I just don't want to extinguish the fire within my heart which is telling me to write more passionately than ever. The need to write is overwhelming and my manuscript currently named Lady Katherine is going along ever so wonderfully. I secretely wish that I was Lady Katherine with her wonderful man friend who would curl up beside her at night and whisper what he loved about her into her ear until she fell asleep, entwined in his arms. But that is simply a wish that will probably never come true, fantasy does not rule over my life therefore I strongly disagree to believe it, even the urban legends that sweep through London. At this moment in time I have to leave for supper. Mother is sounding slightly frantic so good night.