A Start

Where to start is the question and why bother anyway? A combination of reasons. I enjoy using my computer and surfing the web. I enjoy recording my thoughts and what I get up to. A diary, whether it's a paper one with a fluffy pink cover or an electronic one, it doesn't matter. What matters is putting it all down in words. Words that others can see, even if they are not truly interested. The purpose is to make me think not others. I have looked into my distant past and searched out my predecessors. I have found out their names and birthdays, their occupations and addresses. This has given me a small insight into their daily lives. But what of their thoughts? I have no idea. I can only guess. I know they worked hard and some of them couldn't read or write but what they felt, I can never know. I want my children to know and understand me and how I think and feel and although I talk to them, even if they are not that interested at the moment, putting these thoughts down in words on paper (metaphorically speaking), they can 'listen' to me when they want to and not when I want to talk. Mmh getting a bit heavy! Well, it's my first time after all and I am not too sure what I am going to put here, but this is a start to find that wild heart a home.