05 April 2010

Unexamined

Put my Chucks on for the first time this spring. Ah, bliss.

If I don't write something down will I remember it? Not to-do's or phone numbers, but experiences. Memories. My life.

I've been writing about it for more than 20 years -- the first being a diary with a lock and pink pages. It may have been Hello Kitty and pretty sure Auntie Sue gave it to me.

I've been "blogging" or "online diary-ing" about it for more than 10 years. A decade or more of (somewhat public) navel gazing.

To what end? To remember it? To stretch my writing muscles? To feed my narcissism? Just because?

I don't know what I'd do otherwise. So this continues.

2 comments:

Sydney said...

Writers write becaseu they have to. And probably all the other reasons you mentioned also.

Sydney said...

Writers write because they have to. And probably all the other reasons you mentioned also.