So I have sent out e-mail to a few (erm, more than a few) friends telling them about this blog.
I want readers.
But but but, I worry about readers who know me. Caught.
I want to be read, but not caught. To reveal without being revealed.
Yeah, I know: good luck with that.
My only hope is that my invited readers do not, in fact, read this.
So one way I deal with this neurosis is to badger these same readers into writing their own blogs. Come on! I say, write something! (Don’t leave me hanging out here all alone!)
Then I calm down, and say, What the hell. And I want my friends to write for the same what-the-hell reasons. And I want to hear what they have to say.
So what the hell. Start a blog. Post sketches and films and photos and weird and wonderful bits of whatever.
It’s only life.
AbsurdBeats 
Heh. “My only hope is that my invited readers do not, in fact, read this.”
Come on, let’s just do it! Reveal!
(says she, her blog still waiting in the wings)
After all, it’s only life. It’s not like it’s serious, or anything.
Mine is coming up this week, I swear. If only Acrobat would *&$#ing cooperate.
The act of putting yourself out there is part of the fear/attraction of blogging. You want to say something but you don’t want to open yourself up too much. You want to exercise that writing muscle but do you want other people to see you flexing it?
I was going to give you a reciprocal invitation to read my blog (twotreehill.blogspot.com) but it’s way less erudite than your musings. Seeing as you invited the karma police, perhaps I should be brave…so drop by sometime if you want a lighter read on life and writing. You’ll probably figure out then who I am seeing as I also choose to wander through cyberspace incognito.
Allll riiiiight!
Soon Lucretia’s site—and a new one, from Blithe, to check out.
Excellent.