For no reason I can fathom, when I first read the prompt I thought “dairy? What would be interesting to write about dairy? It’s just milk and cheese and cows and…….oh, the prompt is diary!! Well, why didn’t you say so! Never mind……..” (Emily Latella)
I really hate to tell admit this but my blog is the closest thing to a diary that I’ve ever had.
I love the idea of keeping a diary. I love the idea of a book that has “Journal” or “Diary” stamped in gold flowery letters on the front, with or without the little key, with page upon page upon page of pretty paper. Something about all that potential just gives me the shivers. I’ve even tested the water a few times, bought myself a notebook/journal/diary and wrote a few things. But inevitably, I lose interest and toss it in a drawer. I do so admire people that are disciplined enough to write down their innermost feelings on paper on a somewhat regular basis. I’m just not one of them.
For instance, Sweet Baboo keeps a journal of sorts. He keeps track of when the wrens come back in the spring, when the crocuses poke out of the ground, how much fuel oil we bought and when we bought it. Weather notes for his garden. When he planted his seeds indoors and when they sprouted. That kind of thing. Just notes of this and that. It works very well for him.
Writing things down in my blog is what works very well for me. To my mind, if you rely on the computer for organization in your life, it is the natural progression to have a blog to write down “deep, dark thoughts”. Or knitting patterns — or Haiku — or letting off steam — or posting favorite pictures. I like the neatness of a blog. I like that I can write, then re-write, then consult my thesaurus, then walk away, then delete and write again — until I’m satisfied that there is no more improving it. Try doing THAT in a book!! I would have a very messy diary, for sure. Not that’s there’s anything wrong with that!!
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