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Introduction
The first diary I ever owned had a lock on it and a picture of a generic Holly Hobby on the front. Inside the first page was the slogan, "Make the most of every day and most every day will seem special." |
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I took this directive to mean detail, detail, detail; and I was copious, sitting up after bedtime in the lit hallway, writing down everything I could remember about the day. It might have been boring reading, but it trained my memory and my abilities of observation. My journal became such an obsession for me that I felt guilty when I didn't write in it, and I made cryptic notes on pieces of notebook paper for later fleshing out. Somewhere, I still have some notes for a few unwritten days. Recognizing my addiction, I stopped. And since then, I've only written journal entries occasionally. Usually in the small notebooks I carry with me, usually rambling, pained writings about whatever relationship I'm in at the moment. Now, as they say, is the time to put aside childish things, and these online musings will set a new path for me, a way to explore the tangential, the seemingly accidental observations many of us overlook but which may, ultimately, be where all life and all mystery hinges. And hopefully, it will be far less boring. Read
an updated introduction here. Copyright 2003 by Alyce Wilson |
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