Yup, it's journally alright. Rich in journal goodness that emphasizes and highlights the journal qualities of this journal.

Behold! The first journal entry, and how it effortlessly begins the journal structure of entry after entry after entry after entry. The journal reaches down and shall offer forth this entry as its present paragon of all that's journaltastic and perhaps journalistic within the bounds of this one individual journal of thought. A pioneer of journal entries, struggling to go where this journal as a whole has not gone before: anywhere!

The first journal entry cuts a path through a non-existent journalising wilderness, feigning the challenge of the journal as it fights an inner battle to define what a journal entry truly is and whether a journal is meant to pose a challenge at all.

What can be said for this journal beyond the scope of what but one entry can convey? The status of journal has been clarified and concreted. Not a peer-reviewed journal, at least not in the proper sense of the term, no sir, but a journal created to track, illustrate, unveil and dare I say, journal, the creative process.

What makes a journal a journal? Must it be a chronological review of life and creativity? Would a journal not be a journal were it to contain something else? Or just a journal misused?

These questions must the journal entry face and overcome in its quest for an adequately entertaining and informative journal. For without a genuine wilderness of journaldom must the journal entry create and pioneer the journal wilderness within itself.

The first journal entry, by virtue of being first, carries the burden of defining this journal alone and without aid of any other journal entries. There are no journalistic landmarks to navigate in this inner journally world of a dark, blank, and ill-defined journal wilderness. Only this journal entry, and in defining itself in terms of this journal it will define all the journal entries that come after, setting the benchmark by which all other journal entries will be weighed and measured, were a digitized journal to possess weight.

But the only weight within this journal entry is the weight of responsibility, duty, purpose and the very heart of journalism. Not so heavy a burden upon the journal entry when one realises journalism has no heart, only a massive brain, left outside of this journalish wilderness for it would not fit within.

So without brain or heart does this journal entry go forth to find meaning and purpose within itself and all the journal entries to come, and it is wished well.

Oh, and by the way, I've had this account for a little while already, purely for the purpose of browsing. I realised recently it could also serve as the metaphorical porcelain altar, into which my brain ingloriously deposits my various writings after they've been fully digested and processed through my brain. Stinking bundles of creativity gathering in this corner of the land of deviant artists. Pity the flush doesn't work, pray it doesn't overflow.