2002 / march / 27

less blogging, more reality

Besides photography, I've spent a lot of time writing letters last week - both electronic and analog. And I have quite a few more waiting, slowly composing them on the backside of my mind and heart (yes). Again, a slow process, but well worth it. And at least a few of the various recipients thought so, too, methinks.
As a side-effect of this intense writing spur I realised that I haven't been able to give the writing here what I gave writing one-to-one's, and that that's at the root of the slumbering dislike of what I created here. I hoped blogging would be an incentive to keep a diary - that the exhibitionistic side of putting what I'd previously would've written purely for myself 'out there' would be a motivation. Which worked for a little while, until I found out that some people, who are very close to me in real life, were reading this.
Shouldn't have been much of a surprise, given what you get if you google my name. But it was to me, and I found out the hard way that if I let everything out in the open, it can hurt people that are dear to me if they don't see it for what it is: my personal view. On them.
Before I found out, I didn't use real names bot otherwise wrote about everything, no holds barred. Afterwards, the writing became less personal. And with that came the slumbering dislike. So I'll concentrate on one-to-one writing for a while now. And maybe I'll start another blog in a place that my friends won't stumble over.
Or I'll just put my diary back to the bedside, and leave my rumblings there.

This blog's not going to die. I think it'll get more interesting, even. And I'll buy a scanner, that's what I'll do. But for now, on behalf of all of us here on the program, good night.

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