Back in 1999, I started an online diary, a journal or as the kids these days refer to it, blogging.
Prior to 1999 I’d been involved in BBS (bulletin boards) and then moved to AOL chat rooms. I guess I’ve been involved in social media before it was ‘social media‘.
Nothing I wrote back in 1999 was very good, just verbal diarrhea put into written form. I cringe when I look it over again.
But then as the years passed, I began to find my voice, a writing style that allowed me to improve and get my thoughts out in a form that was easier to read, or at least it’s easier for me to read.
I’m jealous of that girl who sat down at the computer every day and wrote down her thoughts, dreams, and goals in such an easy fashion.
I sit down with the intention of writing something, and I start to write and realize that what I’m writing is crap. So I close it down, and it becomes a draft and I have now accumulated so many drafts that will never see the light of day, and it saddens me.
So, as a new writing tool, something to try to stimulate me into writing again, I am going to revisit those Diaryland entries from so many years ago.
I’ve moved my archives from that site to this one, but I never made any of those old entries public. I was writing back then with anonymity. Nobody in my real life would see what I wrote, and so I think I bared myself more than I’m willing to do now. Perhaps that’s why I’m finding it so difficult to write again, because I am not being honest, I’m holding back and because of that I feel like it’s less than it should be, and just not good enough to ‘publish‘.
So, as I bring my Diaryland archive out to the light of day again, I’ll be writing blog entries about them, my thoughts on what I wrote then, and how things turned out, if they are still relevant even.
Let see how this all works out.
PS. By the way, I’m glad to see that Diaryland is still up and running. Even though I haven’t used it for years, checking in there felt like going home again. Memories of friends I made there, friends that were lost, or passed on. It felt like opening up an old book of memories, and it was such a nice feeling.