Four Short Revelations

On Thursday, I had four short revelations I wanted to share with you. They have nothing to do with one another, and, as with many of the rants on this page, they aren’t particularly well-written.  But, I hope you’ll indulge me nonetheless. After all, that’s why you’re here anyway, right?

Here were my Thursday revelations:

I stopped getting on the scale…
At some point during the last several months, I stopped getting on the scale. Shortly after that, I stopped thinking about getting on the scale. And recently, I stopped thinking about how much I weighed at all. Sure, it’s still annoying when a pair of pants, freshly dried, fit a bit too tight, but I never get on myself about it like I used to. This is a refreshing change. As much as you all were annoyed by my constant ranting about my weight—some people I know stopped reading the page because it seemed like I was posting the number every damn day—I really didn’t like that being my primary focus in life either.

The Big House by George Howe Colt is one of the…
I finished reading The Big House by George Howe Colt this afternoon, while I was on lunch, and I think it has to be one of the best books I’ve read in the past two years I’ve been in the Lesley program, and certainly the best nonfiction book I’ve read in the past decade. It really is worth checking out. So, check it out.

2005 should be the year that I finally get…
This year should be the year that I finally get my fiction published in a journal, magazine, or other forum that is not run by me. I’ve dilly-dallyed when it comes to seeking publication and the truth is that my work is actually pretty good. There are magazines out there, if I can find them, that would, and should, publish my stuff. When it comes to landing gigs in my post-MFA world, I’m going to need some publications. The degree itself will be nice, but I want 2005 to be the year my name finally gets out there, even if in some very small manner.

Most bloggers are fairly…
I was reading Beth’s page today (not Beth the Bassist or Beth the Girlfriend, just plain Beth—I know a lot of Beths, don’t I?) and she’s been posting these interviews she did with some of her favorite blogs written by people she doesn’t actually know in real life. One of the questions she posed was, “Do those in your personal life know about your blog? Why or why not?”

In reading the answers, I was startled by the number of folks who said that their family, and, often, their friends, were not aware of their blog and it would be the end of the world if they found out.

All of us bloggers are kind of exhibitionists, aren’t we? Why are we scared of people reading what we have to say? Members of my family read this page, as do many of my friends. I don’t mind that. In fact, I welcome it. There are some things I just can’t get off my chest in day-to-day conversation that I will type here without a second thought. It didn’t blow my mind or anything, but it did remind me that not all bloggers are like me. Despite the fact that they’re putting their lives out there for the world to see, many bloggers are still fairly scared of who might be reading.