The beginning of time

The beginning of time….blogger time. From now on all writing in my life will be labeled B.P.L. or A.P.L. By way of introduction, why am I starting this blog? There are many reasons which will be revealed over time. I am, at heart, a diarist and have stacks of paper notebooks with my writing scattered from one to many, in no particular order. Recently, I have begun corresponding via email and would like a way to consolidate all of my thoughts in one organized space. So, in a rambling way, I am starting PL to organize my life. If anyone choses to read my thoughts or even comment, so much the better. I am familiar and comfortable with the online experience (although I have some all-too-real understanding of the pitfalls of online communication). Why do I put my blogger diary out in public? Like at least some other diarists, I write so that someday, somehow others will know what my life was like, what it was like to live inside of my head. I also love to read historical diaries as a way of understanding what life was like in the past.

Like many other online devotees, I have online friends who support me and for whom I have a great deal of respect and who have inspired me to start here. We’re damn good typists too! I am of an age where at one time, being considered a good typist would be a skill worthy of derision. Long live feminism, may it rear its strong head again someday.