I've been asked to write a blog for one of the local papers for their on-line version. After he saw some samples from this blog, the editor set up a site for me...with a very familiar title, but this time the byline is my real name.
This scares me just a little bit. I think you all know that I never paid that much attention to the horror stories and warnings about don't ever show your kids! Use fake names! Hide where you live! and I'm not sure if it's complacency or foolishness that keeps me feeling safe and far, far away from all the horror stories of blogdom.
Somehow, it all feels so much more real and dangerous, to be local. I have changed a few identifiers on the new blog - the kids finally have aliases, and I'm not listed under my married name, but I'm sure someone could figure it all out, given the inclination. That is, if anyone wanted to find out who writes the silly little things I put in there anyway.
So if that angst isn't enough....
now I have writer's block. The new blog is supposed to be funny, and new and improved! and for a new section of people - but I know my audience for this one, and I'm having a hard time moving to a new classroom with all new kids. (So to speak.)
Growing up isn't always easy to do.