Dear Diary

Dear Diary,

Today I read an article on writing tips from real authors. One of those tips was to keep a diary, so here I am. I’m not sure why that particular author regrets not keeping a diary. Maybe he’s losing his memory. Perhaps he means we should keep one of those diaries that log everything we did that day so that in 30 years time we can retrace our steps all the way back to that fateful conversation that – unbeknownst to us at the time – change the entire course of history.

It’s fucking hot today. I did some transcription and now I’m going to do some more. I also sent some emails and downloaded a bunch of sample software that supposedly helps people write by minimising distractions. MY main problem is that the distractions are all in my head. I write a few sentences, then think of something relevant, and then I have to go off and link it. I really am a blogger at heart, it seems.

I haven’t been to the post office AGAIN and now it’s too late because I’m waiting for the supermarket to deliver some food and I won’t be back in time if I go now. Also, I haven’t bought a birthday card for Nick yet. His birthday is tomorrow. I am a terrible person.

Bye Diary,

– Debbie.

P.S. I don’t think today is one of those life-changing days.

P.P.S. Unless Nick is so hurt by the lack of birthday card that this triggers a downward spiral to our relationship and he breaks up with me. Oh god, I’d better make a card or something.