I write something every day.
Most often I write by hand, most recently with my favorite sharpie retractable gel pens, black, 0.7. I write in notebooks. Since 1985, when Mrs. Yoder, my 10th grade English teacher made us, I have written nearly daily. We used spiral bound steno pads in that class, and she made us write a minimum of three pages a week. I think I always wrote more, sometimes making up stories, sometimes just write about my life and what was happening.
I write a lot about writing, and often about not writing, or more to the point, not writing a book.
I have to write. It’s how I think.
My journals for the past year have made their way also to OneNote, where I sometimes ebed photos, clip quotes, hyperlink to articles I like, and so forth. I don’t know why I keep two different kinds of journals with no discernible difference in writing style and no carefully articulated purpose for either.
I keep a little spiral notebook in my man-purse for times when I feel the need to write when I don’t have my regular journal or my iPad handy. I do not journal using my phone.
I like best the feel of the pen on paper. But typing also feels good, too. Especially in OneNote, the white letters appearing on the dark background.
So why blog?
All the hundreds of thousands of words I’ve written the past nearly 40 years have been for not audience at all. I haven’t actually imagined the audience a new blog might find. By facetiously calling myself an independent journalist, which is of course true, I aspire to some sort of story-telling on this site. How frequently or of what topics I will write, besides more meta-blogs like this one, I do not know.
I am creating a website, and this blog will be embedded in the website. The website will have other pages dedicated to other things.
But this blog, white background, simple black type, will be the primary place some of what I write for public consumption is published.
P.S. I take requests. Feel free to comment and make one.
