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Blogging Dilemma

What do you do, when you want to write about something very personal on your blog – but there are people in your family who sometimes read your blog, and you haven’t told them about it – and don’t plan to tell them anytime soon?

See, if I write what I want to write – I might get an angry phone call from specific members of my family, asking why I didn’t tell them.

The reason I didn’t tell these people is that I didn’t want them to know.  I don’t regret that decision one bit.  I STILL don’t want them to know.

What I do regret is giving them this blog’s address, when I first began writing.  I started this blog so that I would have writing samples for potential employers, and so that my writing skills – and my English – would not go down the drain.  (Seriously, I think in Hebrew a lot.  I also dream in Hebrew sometimes, and when I talk to myself, I often speak in Hebrew.  It messes up my English, a lot.)

So I wanted them to have the address, so that they could pass it on to anyone potentially interesting in hiring me as a writer.  Honestly, I don’t think that’s happened.  I got a lot of people asking me for online writing samples, so I started this blog.  However, because I’m a follower of Murphy, I haven’t received any offers, or requests, since then.

My family still has the address, though.  Do they read it?  I don’t know.  I don’t think so, obviously, or else I wouldn’t be writing this post.  But I don’t want to get a phone call from M. drilling me on details of my life that I didn’t want to share with her.  I just – don’t.

So, I don’t write.  That is why I haven’t written for this past week.  That is why, for the past month, and even before that, my writing has become more and more sporadic.  Because this personal issue is taking a lot of my time and energy, and often, it takes up most of the non-parenting, non-working thoughts that I have.

What do I do?

I guess I just wait it out, and ask you to wait with me.

Hopefully soon, I will have other things to think about, and my head will be clear again.  Until then, bear with me.







(For those who think they know, and who think I’m pregnant – I’m not, or at least, not to my knowledge.  This is a different issue.)