I always try to do it, whether I am at home or travelling. At best it’s brief bits at a time, and often, months without anything. Is this really a diary? Other things, blogging, pics editing, reading, exercising, cooking, visiting the folks, cosmic events, draw my attention, or disturb my concentration as I try, pant and suffer, adding a meaningful entry. I have come to believe that being a true diarist is more than an art, it is, or isn’t, a destiny. May one become one? There are few examples, at least that I can think of, of writers who, late in their lives, become true diarists.
Inspired by Three Things Challenge #593 of February 3rd
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