I’m David Sedaris and I’ve kept a diary since 1977. I was 20 years old and I was in the Pacific Northwest hitchhiking around and I wrote on the back of a placemat. Then the next day, I did it again. I wish that Ihad more interesting things to say but I’ve never had to force myself to write in my diary. I wrote on the back of placemats, and then for Christmas 1977, I asked for a hardcover sketchbook. And then in 1984 I went to art school in Chicago and I took a bookmaking class and I started typing my diary. And then making a cover. So even when the writing was bad, I would still think, “Well that’s a really great painting… …of what I think my sister’s vagina looks like.” before I started writing stories. I never handed my diary over to anyone. I would die. I was sitting at the International House of Pancakes in Raleigh North Carolina with a beret screwed to my head. Reading back through my diaries and just choosing things and thinking, “Oh, this might be of interest.” Sometimes it would only be 3 sentences in a 4-page diary entry. I think a lot more people are documenting their lives now. The difference is the degree to which they’re sharing. I meet a lot of young people now and they say, “I just want to get it out there.” There’s a lot to be said for NOT getting it out there. Because it’s going to stink. Do it for a year before you go back. Just give yourself some distance.