First things first
Like the pile of notebooks that are half started diaries of my youth, this new blog is bound to end up unused, unloved, and unread.
It doesn't help that after doing a couple years worth of online "journaling" in my early twenties, the appeal of displaying my lack of writing skills, while also being totally self-serving and talking about myself, has dried up and disappeared. Looking back on those journals is really quite humiliating. It's nice to have that as a reference for an ever more cloudy memory for a life long gone, but mostly, it's just embarrassing to read about the pining and the indecision.
So we see how this goes. Welcome, and how can the spellcheck for Blogger not know the word "blog". I'm not kidding.
It doesn't help that after doing a couple years worth of online "journaling" in my early twenties, the appeal of displaying my lack of writing skills, while also being totally self-serving and talking about myself, has dried up and disappeared. Looking back on those journals is really quite humiliating. It's nice to have that as a reference for an ever more cloudy memory for a life long gone, but mostly, it's just embarrassing to read about the pining and the indecision.
So we see how this goes. Welcome, and how can the spellcheck for Blogger not know the word "blog". I'm not kidding.