Is there any point to keeping a diary? You know what you
did, and how you feel – is it for reference, or to confront yourself, or as a
writing exercise? The last of these was my reason for having first begun a
diary fifteen years ago, but also why it has petered out – I have other outlets
for that sort of thing, outlets more than one person can see. I could do with a
way to collate all those disparate thoughts you have during the week, those
ideas that felt like a good idea at the timer, but they let you go before you
remember to write them down.
Tuesday
So how did Ceefax work anyway? And why did my mind make me
think of this? And why am I now entertaining this as a subject for a future
article, instead of looking it up? Teletext is still a recent history for most –
oh yeah, that’s why it’s a good idea.
Wednesday
Of course, today is when you actually started writing your
diary, in the hope that, when you read through it as preparation for the
inevitable autobiography, you will have forgotten what kind of procrastinating
person you once were, only to have that thought hit you once again.
Thursday
Of course, your energies were concentrating on work during
the week, and there are times where you have nothing to write down, but the
idea of skipping an entire day seems about as perverse as making a note that,
by the way, nothing else happened – it may be easier to make a note of that
having been the case, and move on.
Friday
A manager at work said I had a good speaking voice, but I
then decided to say it sounded like it was full of disdain – it was rather a pointless
call. I am not exactly sure why I said that, but it does sound like I was being
too honest while making a joke. I don’t like taking phone calls. I’ve had the
latest iPhone for two weeks, and made one call on it so far.
Saturday
Napping in the afternoon, I dreamt I was walking, then my
right foot slipped, I fell forward – and I woke up. This joins other weird
dreams of this week, which included retrieving papers, from a red post box in a
high street, that I needed for when I was starring in a TV detective drama – a
type of show I never, ever watch – and the dream where I found forty-five pence
on the floor. I should have gone for a walk, but it was raining – that is, in
real life.
Sunday
Wrote an article about “Friday the 13th: A New Beginning”
for His & Hers Movie Reviews – it is their Halloween Horror month, and I
rarely watch horror films, but I may write a horror film one day, or some sort
of horror story. If science fiction portrays our anxieties about the future,
then horror does the same for the present.
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