Oooh boy, I’ve been such a busy little [queen] bee today! I created a page for my writer self. Which includes my real picture and a mostly real name.
Here’s my thinking: I don’t need to post a LOT there. And I don’t have to post every day or all day long or whatever…
But today I felt a pang of envy. I want to have my writing known again. I don’t have to publish all of my stuff under my real name – just the stuff that I’m okay with being totally public about. And that’s pretty cool. I even created a twitter account for myself.
So here, you get the unfiltered. There you get the highly filtered showcase. I can test things out here on this anonymous blog, and when no one tries to burn my bushes down, I can decide if I want to post it there or not.
Besides. I used to actually be able to write about really big mind-blowing things. I was good. I swear I was. Then I got all broken.
And yeah, it’s gonna take some time for me to get back into my thing. But that philosophical mind-over-matter part of me isn’t gone. She’s just pulled her head, tail, arms and legs into a shell.
Coax here, post real stuff there. yeah.