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Evening, all.
This is another step in my getting serious about writing, but...
I'm going to be, at the least, changing the purpose of this journal soon. Maybe shelving it.
I've written here about my brother. About my parents, at times about my love life, and about my fears for my grandmother's descent into ill health. All that sort of thing.
This is... only possible, for me, because this is a space for friends.
Sure, the public can stumble across it. Sure, that sort of thing happens - but with very, very few exceptions, notably my grandfather's death, I've steered clear of proper names.
The thing is... I have an audience now. A readership. And my brother, my sister, my parents, my family as a whole and even my friends... their privacy is not mine to dismiss. As a thing without names, a roman a clef sans clef, I can feel comfortable writing some of the things I've written.
But as time goes on, I start to realise that if I make a living as a writer, if I build a readership, some of that readership will come looking for my online presence.
So it's time to look at... not so much a professional blog as a professional's blog. Some of what's on here will get transferred across - the World's Finest series of revisions to superheroes will be completed there, and the originals left here. The online-era Desiderata will be transferred, too.
Watch this space... I'll at the very least leave some directions to the place, for those who wish to follow it.
And this place may continue to have the personal stuff, when I feel the need; fun links, all that sort of thing.
Or it may trail away. We'll see.
Happy hunting, gang...
This is another step in my getting serious about writing, but...
I'm going to be, at the least, changing the purpose of this journal soon. Maybe shelving it.
I've written here about my brother. About my parents, at times about my love life, and about my fears for my grandmother's descent into ill health. All that sort of thing.
This is... only possible, for me, because this is a space for friends.
Sure, the public can stumble across it. Sure, that sort of thing happens - but with very, very few exceptions, notably my grandfather's death, I've steered clear of proper names.
The thing is... I have an audience now. A readership. And my brother, my sister, my parents, my family as a whole and even my friends... their privacy is not mine to dismiss. As a thing without names, a roman a clef sans clef, I can feel comfortable writing some of the things I've written.
But as time goes on, I start to realise that if I make a living as a writer, if I build a readership, some of that readership will come looking for my online presence.
So it's time to look at... not so much a professional blog as a professional's blog. Some of what's on here will get transferred across - the World's Finest series of revisions to superheroes will be completed there, and the originals left here. The online-era Desiderata will be transferred, too.
Watch this space... I'll at the very least leave some directions to the place, for those who wish to follow it.
And this place may continue to have the personal stuff, when I feel the need; fun links, all that sort of thing.
Or it may trail away. We'll see.
Happy hunting, gang...