So I crawled into bed, prepared to settle in quietly and not wake my husband. I shut my eyes and then they opened again. I did not post my Wednesday post. So I roll off the bed, body lengthwise, (learned that trick while very pregnant; it doesn’t shake the bed at all) and out the door of that dark, quiet, cozy room. I am now downstairs working on this post.
To my surprise, my blog was actually viewed today, twice. Little ghost feet came and went. I don’t know whether to jump up and down or wonder how the accident happened, and lightening struck twice or it was more along the lines of a vortex and one person was sucked in twice. A friend and I went driving to Portland, Oregon, once, can’t remember why, but I recall we became very lost, and I took over navigating using a Portland map. Even so, we went by the same dark, lonely building on a one-way street at least three times. Part of me is certain someone didn’t read the Google blurb right on their search list or hit the mouse accidentally sending them here, twice even. Hope it didn’t have that same dark and lonely look as the street we tumbled into and giggled nervously about realizing it wasn’t the best part of town and 11 PM was probably not the safest time to visit either. Oh, let’s look positively. Two people intentionally visited my blog, looked around, nodded sagely and left closing the door gently.
It has been an interesting journey this getting my book epublished. Essentially, I am a shy person. I don’t roust about grabbing people’s attention; I am not hiding in the corner either, but I do tend to be the second person to say hello, not the first, so this whole get out there and make yourself known deal is just not my costume (yes costume, not custom, though it is not that either. I just meant I can’t put on that kind of appearance). I know about persona, not the writing one (well that too, but that is not what I am referring to), the one a person creates to cover up the real individual underneath. Not easy being a teacher when shyness is the natural tendency. I just slip on that teacherly persona and teach. But what is a writer’s persona? Or rather this writer’s persona. I know my teacherly one is unique to me, so what should this writer’s one be? I guess I’ll just have to wait until it grows on.
Some aspect of this has to do with writing; I am certain of it. Well, it is Wednesday and I couldn’t sleep because I blog on this day each week, and I hate feeling guilty when I miss it. Next week I am going to write about a lovely little app I found for my iPhone that is great for mapping out a story when I am away from my computer. How’s that for suspense?
