Happy Cinco de Mayo, and Happy Ninth Journalversary to me!

Nine freaking years? Really? I'm 40 years old, I started this when I was 31. I was living in Brooklyn with my four cats, now I am living in Weehawken with my two cats (only one being of the original four). I was between jobs at The Company That Must Not Be Named (I worked there and left before coming back for the long haul), now I am working at The Theatre That Must Not Be Named during the day, Love Creek at night, and I take photographs, sell scarves, and run a concession stand as well. I can't even count the number of crushes and times I've been in love.

I've been doing this for more than a quarter of my life, it has defined my life like nothing else but acting. It's really amazing to have this record of my life, let alone this record of my life that everyone can access. Hey, do me a favour, tell me how long you've been reading, I'd really like to know. I know I have some really long-time readers out there, and I'd be interested to know who's been reading the longest.

When I first started, there certainly wasn't any such word as "blog", we were online journallers (or journalists, there was a bit of a question as to which was right), and there were so few of us that everybody could read everybody, and even if you didn't, you knew who everybody was.

There was no blogger or diaryland or live journal or diary x, there was hand-coding and HTML editors and that was it, baby.

I find it amazing that not only now does the word "blog" appear in cartoons and on TV shows (one was part of the plot on NCIS the other week) and t-shirts, but that it is such a huge phenomenon that there are incredibly popular journallers with thousands of readers that I will never hear of. Not to mention the fact that there are people who read a hundred blogs and journals who have never heard of me.

I no longer completely reject the word "blog", but as you can tell by my constant use of quotation marks, I don't accept it for myself. There is still a big difference between a blog and an online journal, and I am an online journaller, she says, thumping her cane.

I am an online journaller and have been for nine years today. Happy journalversary to me!

Today's horoscope:
It's not that you're feeling emotionally reckless -- not exactly. You certainly are in the mood to take chances, but since you'd never allow yourself to take a risk that wasn't well calculated, you can relax. A little.

One year ago today:
You want to be a better writer? Write every day for eight years. Or rather, write every day for six years, and then every few days, sometimes catching up ten entries at a time for two years.

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