Survivor Journals

Bob of If I Die Before I Wake has invited nine journallers to participate in a Cyber Survivor Adventure.

Every couple of weeks, the group will be issued a "challenge entry". The site will post a excerpt from the challenge entries, as well as the link to the complete entry found on the journaller's own journal site.

After the challenge entry is posted, the nine journallers will vote one of the writers off the site.

The "ousted" journaller will actually remain on the site, but rather than posting further challenge entries, they will act as a judge and commentator.

The first challenge entry has been issued, and can be found at the Survivor Journal website. The actual entries should be completed by
October 1, 2000.

Please take the time to visit, especially once the challenge entries are posted. There is a message board to post your thoughts/comments and also a instant poll where visitors can vote for who they would want to see kicked off the site.

The reasons behind Survivor Journals are simple.

1. To try something new.
2. Increase the interaction of the journal community.
3. The challenge.
4. Increased exposure to all journals involved.

So take a look around, explore all the journals involved.

If you would like to take part in Survivor Journals, Year Two (around Nov/Dec 2000), let Bob know!


November 1, 2000

This is an entry for Challenge #3 in the Survivor Journal competition.

The challenge reads:

For the third challenge, the question is much more personal, from the stand point that it involves my daughter. My daughter is 5. She is a bright and funny child, but gets anxious at times, especially at night time, before falling to sleep. It's 11:00 PM, and my daughter has just called you into her room, as she is afraid of something terrible happening. What do you say to my daughter, to ease her bring her peace...and a good night's rest?

Since I don’t know Bob’s daughter’s name, I’m going to write a scene between myself and my own daughter. This probably actually happened at some point, if not with Jeri, then with one of the boys. If not this, then definitely something like it.


Yes, Honey

I’m scared.

What are you scared of?

There’s a monster in the closet.

With a sigh I get up and go to the bedroom.

How do you know there’s a monster in your closet?

I can hear him breathing.

Let me get the flashlight and I’ll check for you.

I go to the kitchen and find a flashlight. I make a big deal out of opening the closet door, shining the flashlight in all the corners, yelling at the monster to get out, and then showing her that there is no monster in the closet. I need for you to go to sleep, OK?

Ok, Mommy.

I return to the living room.



I’m scared.

What’s the matter now?

There’s a snake under my bed.

A snake?

Yes. A big snake.

With a sigh I return to the bedroom. I get down on my hands and knees and shine the flashlight under the bed. I invite her to join me. Tentatively she gets down on her hands and knees and shines the flashlight around. We see that there is no snake there.

Do you feel better?

Yes it’s really time for sleep. Good night, honey.

I return to the living room.

Mommy? (Sigh)


I feel sick.

I go into the bedroom. Her eyes are wide and she is still afraid. I want to tell her to go to sleep and stop the stalling tactics, but I remember a little girl about 30 years before, lying in the dark, wide awake, imagining monsters in the closet and snakes under the bed. A little girl who lived in a world with iron lungs who was terrified of contracting polio. A little girl whose father insisted she sleep in the dark, with the door closed, in spite of her screams. I feel her forehead.

There’s nothing wrong with you. You’re perfectly healthy. But you know, Pooh Bear here is looking kind of afraid. Do you think you could take care of him so he won’t be scared?

She looks doubtful.

Sometimes it’s scary to lie here in the dark, so let’s leave this little light on for you. Pooh can sleep with you and you can talk to him so he won’t be afraid any more. I’ll even leave you the flashlight so if you think you hear something you can turn it on and check out the noise. Will that make you feel better?

She gives me a smile.

OK, Mommy, she says.

I give her a kiss and tell her what a grown up girl she is and how I’m sure she will keep Pooh from being scared. She hugs me and as I leave the room, leaving the door open so she can hear me moving around in the living room, I wonder why, when it’s so easy to take a couple of minutes to calm a child’s terrors, I had to spend so many nights trembling in my own bed when I was a kid.

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