Category Archives: Writing

Man walks on the Moon! Dona documents it!

Events, Writing

I remember 40 years ago today. Not necessarily because I cared that the USA had put men on the moon, but because I documented it in my diary. I’d been given a leather diary with a lock and key for Christmas the year before and sporadically wrote bits and pieces of my life in it.  I know that diary is somewhere in this house, but it is not with my journals, so I cannot write exactly what I wrote 40 years ago, but I remember writing it and thinking that someday I’d look back on what I wrote and be interested.

The mere fact that I wrote it for the future kind of ruined it. Man walking on the Moon was either too much for my small brain to handle, or too little for my nearly 13 year old brain to bother with.

Damn. Having my actual words would make this a far better post.

Never mind. Maybe I’ll find the diary in time for the 50th anniversary.

Update: Found the diary.

Soon, I promise…

Writing

In the not too distant past if I didn’t get a chance to write I’d be nearly frantic. I’d write in my blog even if I had work to do and not feel guilty that I spent time writing instead of making money, but recently I’ve been given more work and now have things like deadlines and charge quotas to make. I’m also now responsible for training people to do what I taught myself to do. Many of the people I’m training are out of the area so I’m getting used to talking on the phone more (something I generally dread).

And then there’s twitter and Facebook. It’s easier to post a quick sentence or two about your day or moment or an experience than it is to write a blog post about it.

It’s not that I don’t have a bunch of things to write about — and I will write about them soon. Just not today.

I’ve also not kept up with your blogs and I’m sorry about that. I’ve scanned most of them, and will get back to comment soon.

I should be happy about this — I know three people who have lost their jobs since summer and here I am, getting more work than I can handle.

I’m not unhappy. Just uninspired, I suppose.

Until we meet again…