May 6th, 2009

Dear Diary,

I had the sudden rash urge to start writing "in" you today. I've never been able to keep up a journal/diary (Well, I did once or twice, when I was way younger), but here I am, giving it another go. At the very least, I'm hoping I'll get in the habit of consistently writing something by keeping this diary. Obviously I've decided to go public with it, because let's face it, I'll never write anything truly personal in here. I pity the people who stumble across this. My life isn't very interesting. Perhaps, though, they'd like to add their thoughts?

Nothing monumental happened today, or yesterday I should say. I went through some of my stories and edited a bit, even wrote new paragraphs! Yay! Unfortunately (or perhaps fortunately), it'll be a while before any of it makes it onto here, Fiction Press that is. The other day (well, I guess it was more than a week ago) I found a bunch of papers in a drawer, and do you know what was scrawled on them? Stories! And let me tell you, one was more than forty pages long! True, my handwriting was kind of big, but I was impressed with myself. I mean, I actually wrote all those pages in a few days; I remember. Where did that "flow" go? The sad thing is, those stories are better than most of the stuff I've written now, so not only have I not been improving, I've gotten worse! Ach.

On another note, I think I'm being ignored…again. My lot in life, I suppose. Ah well.

Boredly Yours,

CM

P.S. How am I supposed to sign off on this thing? Just stop writing? No goodbye? It seems so unnatural.