When my friend Danielle asked me if I had a weblog my first question was “why?” When she replied “Well, I want to read it and link to you” it honestly kinda freaked me out.
Then my friend Gillo dropped me a comment about installing categories. Gillo…I shouldn’t be surprised. He shines bright lights into the most interesting, undiscovered corners on the internet. The enviable thing is, he gets paid to do it.
Now that I’ve tracked-back to Dykewrite for Bitch About Your Job Week there is a possibility that other folks may wander by. So why does this freak me out so much? I mean, after all, if it’s on the internet, it’s findable.
This thing started out as an experiment for me. Techno-challenge to see if I could play with Movable Type (which I confess, I did not install myself), extroversion (is that even a word?) challenge for someone who is incontrovertably an introvert. It was a bit of a half-assed challenge, though, because I did nothing to promote myself.
Now, I find that I’ve got friends who are actually reading the damn thing and I have to wonder, is it going to affect how I write? Is it going to affect what I write?
I don’t know. All I know is, I’m now addicted to the damn thing. I like writing here. Maybe someone will like reading it eventually. Maybe I’ll even make it easier to find…some day.
okay, well, you don’t really know me, although i worship your alex/olivia fic, except that makes me sound like a hopeless fangirl. anyway, i echo your comments on the weirdness of blogs and journals (i have an LJ). i’m honestly not sure how i feel about it. before i had one, one of my friends told me, “you know, i kind of forget it’s out there, for people to see.” and now i have one, and i don’t even think about what i write, except one night i got a call from one of my more sensitive friends saying, “i really don’t like that you wrote about my dilemma with a, b, and x, can you please take it out?”
i know that a lot of my “real-life” friends read my journal, but it makes it weird because they’ll randomly mention it (“so you’re thinking about going on the ireland trip, too? cool!”) and in just that second, i’ll forget that it’s out there. at the same time, though, there are things that i absolutely don’t say about my brother/crush/best friend, just because it is so public.
i know that the way i write in my LJ is different from my other writing – academic, original fic, fanfic. and when i have things that i don’t write about in my LJ, i have a real, paper journal too. but then i wonder if it’s my real writing. if it’s really me on the internet under my username. and more to the point, if i even want it to be “me.”