Seagoing Vessels

I was introduced the other week to a book in journal style.
Not quite in print yet, Seagoing Vessels by Cassandra Kirvy Hirsch is a novel of a young married woman's journal in the 1850's. Her husband is eventually lost at sea.

It won Ocean Cooperative Publishing's 2009 Novel of Promise Award.

I haven't made it the whole way through the excerpt yet, but it can be found [with a bit of digging] here.

It's actually quite interesting, here is one of the entries; 

August 31, 1855 James is out today setting and bringing in mackerel trawls.  It is only for a day and a night, which has been his habit in the summer season, but for his longer trips to the Banks and the Isle of Shoals.  Of late, when he is home, he spends more time in his study than with us.  I have long felt his absence when he is at sea, not enjoying the sounds of our home when he is not about.  Yet, it is an entirely foreign thing when he professes a need to be alone in his study rather than spend time with his family.  For, I hear his footfalls above my head and they seem as removed from me as if he were not home at all. It is my habit to watch James from the cupola as he sets sail.  Young James was still abed early this morning as I made my way up the cupola steps to catch a glimpse of his father's stately vessel, named for me. Perhaps my attention was on the final step that would offer that magnificent view of our village, for it was as I took the first few steps with the speed and spring of the girl I am no longer, that I caught my dress on a loose peg jutting from one of the steps. My knee is badly bruised and has swollen to a frightful mound.  Mr. Talbot has already nailed the offending peg in place and I have applied a poultice to soothe it. In the faintest evening breeze, I sit here now on the porch with a cup of tea, the pain in my knee quite persistent. I will be moving with great care from now on. Overhead, the leaves on the Linden shake on their branches as if to reprimand me for my foolish haste this morning.