So I'll give this a try. I've kept a journal pretty much since the fourth or fifth grade. But a journal is private. I'm curious what happens when you post to the world. (Even if no one is reading.)
I've taken the name Idiot Girl in homage to Wordsworth's poem the "Idiot Boy." From my view, Wordsworth's Idiot Boy tells the story of a poet or story-teller. I love stories. I am now in Seattle--deep in the heart of the technology revolution. I'm in my mid-fifties and started in Idaho--in potatoe farming country. My story has a few jigs and jags from Idaho to Utah to California to Washington. One thing I know, I've been on the cusp of lots of change. The woman's movement, I caught it just late enough to cause lots of complications in my life. I've had a number of lives one after another: farm worker, house wife, magazine and book editor, academic, writer/historian, and now creater of instructional content for software Help and Web sites.
We'll see if writing this way is anything very real.