In an act of sacrilege, my writing practice turned digital.
For me, at the time, writing by hand was too difficult. It was tiring. It was inconvenient. It was taxing on my hand. Typing on a keyboard looked to be my panacea.
It had its own share of problems, however; quality is not proportional to quantity.
My digital journal did not last very long. It started with the resolution to my vehicle troubles, fallout of my pursuit of Olga, and wishes for a new apartment. My failing vehicle was designated OV106 after Space Shuttle Orbiters. My first apartment was named LP39A after the launch sites in Florida. I was so basic.