So why am I doing this? Why inflict my thoughts and feelings on hapless websurfers?

I've had people tell me that online journals are absurd and exhibitionistic. Of course my response is, "Then don't read 'em." I started keeping a semblance of a journal in July '97. It wasn't much. It was mostly just occasional entries detailing what I was doing with my writing.

But then my life went through some pretty severe changes. My marriage fell apart and I was facing an unpredictable future. So, I needed an outlet. Not just some pages where I talked about where I was submitting my fiction, or what rejections I'd received, but something with a little more detail. I wanted to share (inflict?) what was going on in my life with the rest of the world, if they cared to read it.

And after a while it became nicely cathartic.

Not every entry will be a fascinating insight into my psyche. Much of the time it will merely be mundane trivia about my life. But if you want to get to know me, this is probably a good start. In mid-April '98, I redesigned this site and gave each day's entry its own page. So, technically I've been keeping an online journal since July '97, but it doesn't really get personal until April '98.

So, feel free to jump in and start reading. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do.