Ever Wish Someone Didn’t Read Your Blog?

Tell “Little Johnny” to go away …

I wish I had two blogs. NO. No, I don’t. It’s all I can do to keep up writing here, write for my “real” job, write the second installment of the trilogy I’ve been working on and find the time to sleep my body’s nine-hour required minimum. (Yes, I know, it’s a lot … but I’m one of those odd people who require major sleep hours to function.)

But.

IF I had a second blog, I wouldn’t be worried about who was reading it and who wasn’t. I wouldn’t read between the lines when people make innuendos … and I wouldn’t bother my thinking-out-loud-and-writing brain with concerns of who or whom I may or may not be offending … or whose dinner party I wouldn’t get invited to because I pissed them off when I made an entire blog post about their ever-always-forever-constantly-whiney child. (See, right there, I already know there’s someone—a neighbor, cousin, friend—reading this wondering if I am referring to their sweet little “Johnny” … rest assured … I have never written an ENTIRE post about anyone’s “little Johnny.”)

Sigh.

I’ve often wonder why bloggers choose to use their real names, or not. I am a writer. I have published works, including one book and hundreds of articles in various publications … and being that I am a writer, I need to—and want to—use my real name so readers can, and will, appropriately associate my name with my writing. And so, when someone asked me, “Who is the one person you wish didn’t read your blog,” alas, I haven’t a single name to offer forth … except maybe little Johnny … then maybe I’d get my dinner invitation back. Whoever taught the little pipsqueak to read anyway?!

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