Everybody has a story to tell. The Persistent Diarist just happened to believe (and still maintains) that he has a story to convey day by day.
While I made a few observations in a notebook in the preceding few years, I began writing my diary in earnest on January 7, 1974, with my first entry datelined Dublin. It begins (none too memorably, I suggest): "Today I returned to Trinity, thinking that my maths lectures were to begin."
As fate would have it, I have just kept at it. Here I am, more than 46 years later with, by my estimate, more than 10,000 entries, comprising more than a million words, scribbled in more than a dozen notebooks and, for the past 13+ years, in computer files. These entries encompass visits to five countries and reference hundreds of individuals.
My goal has always been to acquire an enduring intimacy with my own life, for I continue to believe that all our lives are remarkable. I remain fully committed to understanding mine -- and others, as time and opportunity allow.
Some of my posts are informed by my diary, but they are not in the least limited to it. Articles range from personal and family stories to the history of the vast world outside my diary's thousands of pages. (You can filter these blog posts by selecting specific categories.) You can visit The Persistent Diarist here.
My first entry from Dublin, Ireland, where my chronicling efforts began in earnest.