I always said I wouldn't write a blog. I would write a blog. I wouldn't write a blog. What is a blooming blog anyway. We lived without blogs. My husband said, "isn't your Instagram thingo a blog"...
I am still not on board with it all entirely in my head. I'm not about to start up a Mardi Magazine either. So to get some of my stuff out of my head, here is what I am calling Diary Talk.
Did you write diaries or journals as a kid? Secret ones I suspect! I did. Have you still got them?
I was tidying up my junk cupboard the other day. Making way for more junk. I came across an old Travel Diary. Yes, I am old enough to have used them. A PRINTED BOOK with writing in PEN IN IT! I always bought a new one when I went on a BIG trip. Overseas. That was only a couple of times. But I am so glad I did. These old treasures provide HOURS of entertainment. Like Instagram can...
So now to NOT provide you with HOURS of entertainment. But just a bit of lunchbox size entertainment.
Diary Talk will be published once in a while when I feel like it. Yep. I am determined not to be a slave to the keyboard. Or become a pain in the bottom. So here is the first entry. Please don't run away.
So what is the darn point of all this hoo ha I hear you ask. Well. My next ramblings will be about a Trip. Probably about a trip I did this year. Because that is really what I want this to be about. Road trips. Jaunts around my beloved South Australia. Even outside of South Australia! You never know where I might end up. Perhaps the next burb...
Who knows what it will say - it's all about being SPONTANEOUS - now that floats my boat!