I started writing diaries, and mine were horrible. Oh, the monotony. Oh, the angst. I said, 'I don't want anyone to find these!' I destroyed them.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I've thrown away lots of my old diaries - you never know who might get their hands on them. But I have kept a few notes on the good old days.
The whole point of diaries is that other people find them and read what you've put. I did once take to writing my inner thoughts on the computer at the end of other things I was writing and ended up faxing four pages of hideous stuff to my accountant so I don't do that now.
I've been keeping diaries for 27 years.
I don't keep a diary and I throw away nearly all the paper I might have kept. I don't keep an archive. There's something worrying about my make-up that I try to leave no trace of myself apart from my plays.
I'm sometimes mystified by people who keep diaries. I never thought of my existence as being that important.
In a faraway land called 'pre-2000,' what Earthlings now call blogging was called 'keeping a diary.' It's hard work to do well. I tried doing it in the early 1990s but had to stop because I no longer had a life - instead I had this thing that generated anecdotes to go into my diary. The diary took over and I had to stop.
I do not keep a diary. Never have. To write a diary every day is like returning to one's own vomit.
I like to read my diary occasionally to remind myself what a miserable, alienated old sod I used to be.
I have never kept diaries. I just remember a lot and am more self-centered than most people.
I don't keep diaries anymore; They're quite incriminating. I just keep all the dirt road diaries in my head.