I'm home at mum and dad's for a visit. After a wee spell of writing in the early evening I ventured to my old room and started pulling out boxes of things I've had in storage. I found my old Commodore 64 personal computer and got it all wired up to see if it would still work — and, remarkably, it does! I spent a wee while playing retro games and reliving my youth. I then popped in one of the 5¼" floppy disks I found in a carrier bag and discovered some of the very first BASIC programmes I wrote at the tender age of 11. I also found a disk with text stored on it — it's some of my very earliest word processed writing. What a find! I'm going to have try to rescue it all for posterity, even if it means re-typing it all.
I'm planning on letting all this stuff go, you see. The clutter bust I've been enthusiastically engaging in at my flat is going to be extended here; there's no point having stuff needlessly squirrelled away in a cupboard. I'm glad the Commodore 64 still works. I think it would be best passed on to someone who can enjoy it rather than letting it spend another 15-20 years in a box. I'm sure there must be retro gamers out there, or a computer fanatic who'd like to get their hands on it. I also have a ZX Spectrum but sadly it doesn't seem to have stood the test of time; it may need to be consigned to PC heaven.
I've also come across some very old diaries I've not read in over 15 years. I will have a nosey through them tomorrow and do an extreme version of this week's Morning Pages task; though it might be more like archaeology! That's the period when I first knew I wanted to be a writer and won my first couple of competitions and awards. I wonder if I'll find any interesting insights or actions from my teenage years?
I'll be sure to share if I do!