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Keeping A Diary Supports Personal Development.

Keeping a diary supports personal development.

I have kept a diary since I was twelve years old. During my already mentioned sabbatical in the year 2000, besides the many things I completed, I also found more time for diary writing.
My handwriting has deteriorated into such a scrawl over the years, with whole sections—written down during excited periods—too difficult to decipher, that I switched from writing in handwritten journals to typing on my laptop. I do use the diary to go back and reread certain passages, to see what my thinking was, and, most importantly, to discover things I feel need changing: When I have repeatedly described a circumstance or character trait of mine that I dislike, I eventually wind up doing something about it.
Having tried separate private and business diaries for a while but finding that too fussy, I now write at least once a week into a single file.
I published part of my diary from my client-free year as a little booklet sponsored and given away by the paper company Appleton. I do have to admit this has affected my diary writing every since; a little voice whispering, Other people might read this now seems to make itself heard in my head.
My old acquaintance Richard Johnson from Singapore offered a ticket and a budget to create another sentence there. He specified no particular media; the studio was free to design a book or a newspaper or a film or…
Having lived in Hong Kong in the early nineties I was fascinated by the bamboo scaffolding in service all over Southeast Asia and wanted to utilize this technique typographically. To expedite the permit process we sent location sketches off to Singapore.
The decision to shoot a film** instead of designing a book or billboards was made in a gutsy moment simply because this was the form I knew the least about. My only previous experience with the medium stemmed from codirecting a music video for Lou Reed. Even though the results were fine, I remember the process as being incredibly anxiety-ridden. I was without a doubt the person on the set who knew the least about filmmaking. The most enduring image from that shoot for me was a catering table covered by a cheap plastic tablecloth: Every time I passed it on my way to the loo I had to resist the longing to hide underneath.