03/10/07

I've thought often of keeping a journal on this website, and so today I will begin one.  As with many projects I start, so is this website a thing from which my attention has fled.  But to offer the world, i.e., those 50 or so people frequenting my site, an open-source introspect into my thoughts, is an epiphany come-and-gone worth pursuit.

I must admit my discomfort in journaling my consciousness by these means, for so often are binary bits of my writer's voice bellowed through a quiet-touch keyboard, that I've come to hold sanctified the kind of intimacy found between the saturating stroke of a pen and a leaf of paper thirsty for the next mark.  To keep a journal here is not unlike cheating on a lover.  Some part of me understands why I am doing it, yet I know I leave behind familiarity, comfort and security for what may yield a fruitless adventure.

How much will I share not bed sprawled and boxer clad?  That question I'll let answer itself.

Sunday, 14 July 2002

Obviously I'm not doing so well in managing to keep my journal scratchings online.  That's just the problem:  there's no scratching here.  The media is all wrong for personal outpour.  Distribution maybe, but not outpour.  I'll yield to obligation to write something here from time to time, but am satisfied that it will not be daily, or even frequently.