Diarizing

For a number of years I kept a diary virtually every day.  I'd go back and fill in days that I had missed.  I believe I referred to it as a journal at the time, after all, diaries are for sissies.  I don't worry much about being a sissy any more.  I'll have to dig those out sometime and browse through them.  Those were some of the most tumultuous years of my life and there are a lot of unhappy memories but I believe there was also giddy happiness from time to time.  I have thought about resuming the practice for many years now and this is a step in the right direction.  Although this is only my second "blog entry" so it's premature to consider it much of a diary or a blog.

The main time I get where I could sit down and write is late at night, after the kids, and spouse, are safely in bed and all of the preparations for the next day are complete.  Of course it would be possible to make other times to write, but there's all of that life stuff in the way.  I try to make it my habit to exercise in the middle of the day, so that's basically out.  Early mornings would be another possibility, but because I have the habit of being up late that would be tough.  I could squeeze in ten minute writing sessions during breaks at work a few times a day.  That might happen if this becomes a habit, but I think that holding a train of thought through intermittent writing sessions would be difficult.  Maybe blog posts don't need to take longer than ten minutes.  Maybe.  But what about the telling of things that require longer tellings?  What then?

There is much to ponder.  For instance, "Why, on the first paragraph of a blog post, does the blogger post-writing text-entry-box-widget-thing not throw the cursor to the next line when I press enter?"  I seem to need to use the down arrow to get to the next line, and then after that the behavious is as I would expect.  Strange.

You know what else would be cool?  A live updated-as-you-type word count.  But...that would probably be distracting after the novelty wore off.  Then there would be the obsessive-compulsive habits that would develop about not stopping until a certain number of words had been written.

There are a couple things I should write about.  For example the car smash and at-fault driver fleeing the scene that I witnessed yesterday.  Also my mother-in-law has arrived to stay with us for awhile and there's no end of things I could ruminate upon around that situation.

Here it is, seven minutes before midnight and I'm running out of gas.  Adieu.

Perhaps better to say, "au revoir".  Considerably more optimistic anyway.