And maybe this colorful little chirper, a bit, as well.
I bought a little notebook as an experiment to see if writing diary entries was as much of an addition to my mental well being as it used to be when I kept prolific journals. Then I stumbled upon the practice of bullet journaling and have combined agenda organizing and diary entries into this notebook. So far, I give the experience about a C+, harboring the aversion I seem to have to making agendas for myself. Not to worry, though, I haven't stooped to making "goals." I prefer secret wishes.
Before the advent of word processors, of course, I wrote and wrote and wrote everything out longhand. I felt it to be quite therapeutic and revelatory.
Then I bought a word processor (not a PC or laptop) from the Wards store at Serramonte Center in Daly City, CA sometime in the late 80s.
I bought it to help me write my first novel, which I am proud to say is still an unfinished masterpiece. It was great for journaling, as well.
And the rest of the story, as it were, is no mystery, technology being what it has become.
The next few entries will be an attempt to make up the dearth or at least fill in a few gaps.