Y’all, I can’t even begin to tell you how amazing it is to me that my world of writing is beginning to merge with my non-writing world. That I go to an out of state wedding/church service and people I’ve never met come up to me and tell me they know who I am.
Plus, it makes me feel so crazy weird to know that some of the people who saw me there have been reading my blog. That means they know a lot about me. Ever since I began writing about Lyme disease on here, I’ve shared a lot of my hard times and struggles. And, um, these people who I’ve never met know about those thoughts and struggles.
When I first began blogging, I begged my family and friends to follow/read/comment on it. And not very many did. (I was an annoying little ragamuffin about it.) Eventually though, and sometimes without me realizing it, more of ‘my people’ began reading it. And it felt really weird to know people I knew in ‘real life’ were reading about my thoughts and how I understood/saw/imagined the world.
Take this post for example. It took me a long time to figure out how to begin it because I was having, um, a little bit of an inward freak out moment. (Inward freak out? Wow.) I mean, what if the girl I met at the wedding didn’t see the meeting the way I saw it? Or what if she disappointed with how I tell the story? And what about her name? I asked if I could put her picture on here, but I didn’t think about asking about her name. Is it an infringement on privacy if I use her name? Does she think I forgot it if I don’t use it? (Don’t worry, I didn’t forget it.) What are the blogging rules of etiquette when I’m talking about one of Noveltea’s readers?
Do y’all see how my blog meeting with the outside world can feel weird? (Although also something totally amazing that I wouldn’t change!) Several weeks ago I went out to eat with a friend I hadn’t seen in a while. She asked about my trip to Europe and we both had this moment of “Wow, this is weird!” because we hadn’t told her I was going to Europe. She had known about the trip from my blog. Then she said, “It really doesn’t feel like we haven’t seen each other for so long cause I’ve been able to keep up with what’s going on in your life through your blog.” Which was so cool, but so very, very weird. (How in the world do famous people do it?!?) And I was left realizing that there are any number of people who can say the same thing. And I don’t even know who they are.
Blogging is one of my favorite things to do. I’ve gotten to ‘meet’ amazing people though blogging. I love the comments/interaction/support, the friends I’ve made and the gift y’all give me of reading what I write. It means a lot how you let me share my life and writing with you. Blogging can be completely weird though, too. After I met the lovely girl at the wedding, I kept wondering about what all I’ve written. About who else might be hanging around who’s read my blog?
My mom isn’t into social networks. She’s fine with me having a blog/Facebook/Twitter/Google+ and supports me with these ventures because she knows it’s good for my writing, but she’s warned me from the beginning to be careful what I write because I’m sharing it with the world. Looking back now after blogging for two and a half years, I’m very happy for the advice. After all, you never know who’s reading what you write.
I go about blogging with the idea that my publisher, future employees, boss, family, friends, future in-laws, and even perhaps future children could one day read my blog. I mean, when I meet/hear about someone interesting, I often google them to see if they have a blog. Being careful about what I write means when I do meet someone who reads my blog, I don’t have to be worried in the slightest about what I’ve said, because I only say stuff that I’m ok with everyone knowing. But it’s still very, very weird. In the best kind of way possible.
What about you? Have you ever met a blogger in real life? If you could randomly meet any blogger, who would you choose?