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You don't know me . . .

I stopped blogging for awhile.


I know some might think that I was being lazy, or overly-involved in some community or school venture or in the middle of some really good books or projects. While all of those are true, that's not the main reason. I stopped because it felt strange to be somewhere and have someone refer to something I wrote. It was like they knew a secret about me (though secrets are not usually published on the Web) that I hadn't shared with them. Though in reality I had shared because I wrote it on the blog. 


Truth be told, I don't know who reads this - I have a smattering of followers but a lot more readers. Blogger lets me see how many page views for each posting and I can even tell the referral site. The most I have had for any post was 152 and I've had readers from as far away as New Zealand (thank you Gretchen) and Alaska. Most readers are referred through Facebook. I know that if I were more diligent, I could market the crap out of the blog and be on the top ten most visited sites of all time and even perhaps make a living out of it. But if you re-read the first sentence of the second paragraph you'll understand how that's not likely to happen! I have been working on a book for about a year now, and I'm no farther than Chapter 2!


I'm back to the blog though because I've decided that I would much rather write than not. And if you know something about me, it's only something I've decided to share. At the end of the blog, you might have a better idea of what I'm all about, but you don't really know me. Besides, according to a recent segment on NPR, privacy is no longer possible if you have ever done something on the Internet.

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