  I am notorious for starting many things and finishing few. Further, I tend to cycle obsessions. I was the kid who discovered a hobby one day, was a complete freak about it a week later, became an expert in the field two weeks later, and had moved on to something else a few months later.
I haven�t kept a diary, journal, or running commentary of thoughts since I was twelve. Even then, I used to cheat�sometimes filling out entries days in advance: chronicling attendance at predictable events in my life such as trumpet lessons or gym class. * I think about things all day�yet sometimes writing about them feels like (a) �old news� (writing about things I�ve already figured out), or (b) a waste of time when I could do more thinking. Odd thing for a professional writer to say, but it�s true. Generally, I am a very deliberate writer. I like my writing to feel �off the cuff��but I often think about things for days before I start at it.
Elements of this feel like learning to walk a tightrope. We�ll see if this blog stuff is the start of something beautiful or just another brief flirtation. *= In an interesting side note: I lost track of this diary in my mid-teens and it was returned to me a few years ago by the current owners of my childhood home. My room in said childhood home (from age ten onwards) was in the attic. Almost as soon as I moved up there, I commandeered an unfinished crawlspace as a hang out.
That must have been where I stored/hid the diary. According to the people who bought the house from my parents, they were doing some renovation in the attic and found the diary stashed in between sections of wall insulation. They kindly returned it to my parents. It must have been lost for twenty years. 
