You're just starting to get comfortable in Blogland, - you're following interesting blogs, carefully posting some comments here and there, retweeting some great articles, trying to share your own thoughts as much as possible - and then, one day, you receive a post (this post) that makes you realize that you're as vulnerable as any blogger out there.
Okay, so maybe it's not me, - I haven't checked all my (32) posts to see where my 'repetition-control-tool' failed (yet) - but I have to admit, while other N.B. followers laughed their socks off, I was hyperventilating. Should I continue to give myself away like this? Should I delete my blog immediately and live a safe and blogfree life? Concentrate more on my writing skills, and forget all about social networking?
A few days ago, I read an interview with Caribbean author Martin Mordecai. He said: 'I don’t wish people to know anything about me except what’s in my books or in the author’s profile. That’s why I’m not on Facebook, I don’t Twitter, Buzz, or any of those things. I’m developing a website, but I don’t intend to go further than that. My life is pretty boring anyway — and nobody’s business.'
This interview made me think about who I was and what I'm seeking. I want to find a publisher or literary agent who's able or willing to understand where I come from and what writing means to me. Someone who can look past the spelling and grammar, who understands my story, whether it's in English, Dutch or Papiamento. And if I have to blog, Twitter or Buzz my butt off to find my match... so be it!
