My piece for the October Ray’s Tap reading series. The theme for this reading was based on a Line a Day diary kept from 1938-1941 by Nellie Allyn who wrote 1 sentence every day for 5 years. It was called the unreadable diary. See images of the diary here.
This is a forward in the published version of the diary, written by its author, Nellie Allyn.
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Forward to The Line A Day Diary
by Nellie Allyn
Hello! It’s a pleasure to meet you and thank you for reading my critically acclaimed Diary ‘A Line a Day’, and you’re welcome. You’re choosing of this very diary is a testament to your great taste in literature and diaries, unless this was given to you as a gift, in which case never mind.
What makes me and my diary so great? You ask. Well, along with Anne Frank and Samuel Pepys, this diary will go down as one of the most important diaries of the 20th century.
Editors note #1: Samuel Pepys’ Diary was published in the 18th century.
What sets my diary apart from, say, Anne Frank’s is unlike Anne Frank, I actually went out and did some shit. As for Samuel Pepys: Fuck Samuel Pepys. No one gives a shit about some boring ass english restoration except maybe the people who lived through it. And they’re all dead. So there!
Editors note #2: Nellie has not read either of those diaries.
Why a line a day? Well, your good buddy Ernest Hemingway once wrote all he wanted to do is write one true sentence. Well, I did that shit every day for 5 years! How do you like your boyfriend now? P.S. who cares? He’s dead.
Now that I’ve established myself as a credible author, I want to address a certain criticism of my diary. First and foremost: There are almost NO references to historical events in my diary. I did this for 2 reasons:
1) history is boring
2) I wanted this work to remain timeless, and not date it with pop culture references or current events
Your bosom buddy Samuel Pepys wrote almost exclusivly about current events in his diary. What ever happened to that guy…?
P.S. He’s dead!
Oh, and P.S. to that P.S.: I’m perfectly aware that a P.S. goes at the end of a letter or forward. But I don’t care. If you got a problem with that, kiss my P.S.I.C.K.
P.S. in that last P.S. the P and the S stand for the letter D.
Now that I’ve put that to bed, I want to talk about writing. Writing this Novel (P.S. I’m referring to my diary as a novel now. Try and stop me.) Writing a novel is no small feat. It took years. 5 to be exact, working hard on it every day. Some “writers” think their novel will come to them in a flash of brilliance or they need to be drunk or high or both to create their art. Nonsense. What real writers like myself and Anne Frank know is writing is a process you go to every day. Hence the line a day. And it doesn’t have to be a lot. Just a few words every day. Maybe just one sentence. Actually just 1 sentence is all you should do. That’s what I did and my diary is great.
I would also like to help decode some of the poetic mystery hidden in the line a day text. you see the problem for me was that with just one line, there wasn’t a lot of room for creative embellishment. So I decided to save time and pack lots of meaning into each sentence by using abbreviations. Like the best poetry, words can mean up to 2 things.
Example:
John = Johnathan
Daddy = dad or father, my father
Hot = it was hot outside (temperature)
Hot! = it was really hot outside (also temperature)
Rain = it rained (outside)
Some fellow authors will suggest when writing every day, to do it in the morning and get it out of the way. I tried this once July 8-17 1938 with disastrous results. All my daily lines read:
Just woke up.
I’m tired.
Can’t wait to eat.
Cold!
The best time to write, I found, is at 6:45 pm. There’s never anything going on then, except maybe a sunset, but sunsets are bull shit unless you live in Connecticut.
P.S. If you do live in Connecticut put this book down, walk away, never look back. You’re dead to me.
A lot of people ask me “Hey Nellie, this diary is packed with adventure. Too much for one person I say! Did you embellish your life for dramatic effect? Even just a little. That that one guy who was on Oprah?”
Editors note #3: It was James Frey. The book is ‘A Million Little Pieces’ and there’s no way Nellie read it.
To them I say: Yo bro, you’re on my last nerve. Normally I wouldn’t even dignify such an insult with a response, but I’ve got some time to kill before my thai food arrives so I’ll be brief. the pages of this diary, sorry, NOVEL are 100% true.
I’m sorry if your life is so boring you assume mine’s a lie. Maybe if you stopped reading books like an loser and went out side, you too could go on amazing adventures like:
go to the movies
have supper in the evening
go to town
pack for the trip
celebrate an anniversary
walk to the village
come back
on a train
Hot!
go to the hair dresser
shop in town
or stay in like I did. And that was all in the same week playboy. Recognize.
Well, my thai food has arrived and my lo mien is getting cold, so I’m going to leave you with this advice: go out and live a full life. No one wants to read something by a dude who sits around and writes about wanting to write and asks other writers who write how to write. That shit is boring.
And I’m out,
Nellie
P.S. I’m well aware that lo mien is a chinese dish and not thai. I actually ordered the garlic chicken pad thai. I said lo mien because I felt it sounded better. I used what us authors call a creative license. Ask a writer what that is.