I haven't really made an effort
to let people that I interact with in RL know that I have a blog. It
is not that I don't want them to know about it. I try not to write
anything that I wouldn't say to anyone's face, and as part of my cold
turkey pledge I try not to cuss. Nothing to really be embarrassed about.
It's that most people I
know aren't the least bit interested. I know this to be fact. I told a few people,
and they practically fell asleep almost as soon as the word 'blog' was mentioned. No one in my family has ever read anything I've written, which probably makes family dinners more palatable. Oh, I share posts on Facebook, if I am
especially happy with my writing that day. But I don't ever expect
anyone who actually sees me every workday to read it. After all, I am just one little blog. A minor blip on
the interwebs. I understand that, and I am okay with it. If I could just blog all day as a job, and make money doing it, I might not like it so much. There's a big difference between writing because you want to and writing because you have to. While I wouldn't mind making a little spending money with my blog, that's not the reason why I write.
So I was very flattered when
someone from work approached me and told me how
much she enjoyed reading my blog. To be honest, when she first approached me, my first thought was 'Am I in
trouble?' But that's pretty much the first thing I think when anyone at
work approaches me these days. I have known this lady for a long
time, through several regimes of Superintendents, good and bad(in education, regime is really the correct wording). She is a very nice lady, and I am glad if I can make her laugh every now and then.
An actual English teacher reads my blog, too, and she hasn't corrected my grammar once. It's not that my grammar is all that great--half the time when I am writing it is late and I am falling asleep. My participles are sometimes left dangling as a result, and despite all of my talk of spelling OCD, my posts are often riddled with misspelled words. I won't even mention gerunds. Yet she hasn't said a word about any of that, even when I've been expecting to receive a printed copy of my post for the day, the markings from the red pen still fresh. I am relieved that she does not do this.
Don't get me wrong. I adore each and every one of the people who read my blog and comment, even if they are correcting my spelling. Since the internet is so vast, however, there's a tendency to feel that the readers out there will fade away like a mirage. For instance, I know that my friend
Jillsmo is real because she's sent me presents. Other times, especially when I am tired, I wonder if I just imagined the entire thing. Maybe I've just imagined writing this entire blog post. It's been a long day.
