Words Are Fun

Not that I expect this information to be of interest, let alone of any use to anyone, but I've tried to start a diary precisely three times in my life. I believe that I managed to maintain each of them for approximately three days before casting them aside. At least two of those attempts are now languishing in a dusty pile in a cupboard somewhere just outside Edinburgh. I'll need to hunt them down and burn them at some point, since I don't think I could face trying to read either of them ever again - my musings at the tender age of 15 years were every bit as dreadfully precocious as you might imagine.

Anyway, although this may seem like a tangent to nowhere, it came to mind when I realised that I've now been maintaining this blog for a whole ten days, three times as long as I've ever maintained any form of diary before (come on people, where are the cards and presents? The adulation? The revelry in the streets? I'm talking about a whole 10, one zero, t-e-n, 1010 days!), and much to my surprise, not only am I still here, but I'm still enjoying myself.

I think I'm suprised at just how much of a difference having a creative outlet would make. It's early days admittedly but I'm still quite excited by the whole process - not only writing, but the design as well, and even doing some tinkering under the hood (which surprises me, since I would have thought I'd have enough of that at work).

Still I shouldn't be too excited - it's only been 10 days after all. But that I've managed to jot something down each day without having to stare at the screen until my forehead bleeds gives me some small cheer.

Tomorrow is another day, though...

(I wasn't kidding about the cards and adulation by the way)