"I knew some people who used to do that. Keep a journal." Bethany did. His brother did, for a while, until Varric took up the mantle. Older Wardens writing down what's left of their minds, before their Calling. "I was always rubbish at it. Couldn't ever think of anything to say."

The journal he has now is just for translation, in case the phone or the radios ever fail. It's not that there's nothing to write about, just... words don't always come easy, for him.