It occurs to me that fiction is where I tell you what I really think and feel about things. A journal or diary makes me very self conscious. And while I have, in fact, taken off my clothes in public on occasion, it’s always been backstage, say in a big chorus for the college opera, or the “dressing room” in St George—again with a couple of dozen other performers--or the parking lot at the Renaissance Faire where no one was paying attention anyway. I’ve never done it to entertain, or persuade, or make a point.
Poetry works for me too, though in a more compressed and dare I say refined sort of way.
You would write poetry here. Or lie to us (fiction). How would we know? ;)
ReplyDeleteAlso - if you make the blog about something other than yourself you won't feel so naked. It doesn't have to be self-disclosure. It can be how you feel about current events or advice for other writers, or just bitching about whatever is bugging you that day. I'm sure you'll get the hang of it. :)
You're right! It may be a bit of a gallimaufrey for a while. We'll see. Thanks for the encouragement!
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