I spent some time today (finally) cruising the recently updated section on DearDiary. I found two new diaries to read. I'm sure some of you know Billy Teabags and another one that for the life of me I can't remember the name of. Fran who does needlework. I bookmarked it and called it The Fran. As I read several diaries today I began to realize how varied and talented are the diarists here. What a slice of life archive we are all accumulating! I admire the fertile imaginations of so many. But, ( here comes old Gloomy Gus to question things. . . sigh, (it's her job). I wonder why we all choose to communicate in this way? What is missing in modern life, that draws us to this particular pursuit? I know by reading, that the vast majority of us have family, friends, church or synagogue life and connections to our community. But still we feel the need to write our words and throw them out upon the cyber seas, so much like messages in bottles. For we know not who will read them of the thousands of possible readers just in DearDiary alone. (Besides the friends and family that we tell about our diaries.)
I would be interested to know why do you keep a diary here? What motivates you? Why did you begin? And also why you continue to write. Because I'm beginning to think that what's going on is unique in its way, in the history of journaling.
Hats off to the men and/or women “behind the curtains” who keep the whole thing going. The great and powerful Oz has nothing on them!
Tomorrow I'm heading to the mountains to visit my parents for a week. So I will be casting my bottles into the sea from there. Hasta la vista!