It was a lot of freedom but it was also quite boring as the only people who ever found me were (disappointed) web pilgrims searching for the Jodo Shinshu Buddhist sect.
Then I joined a loose group of bloggers- all foreign wives of Japanese men. I had never met any of them in real life so I still felt a (false) sense of anonymity.
Then, drat, I started meeting some of these bloggers, and I liked them and had an image in my head when I was writing, and then more and more people I really knew started visiting me here. It was a lot more fun to write knowing people were actually reading (and not reading and thinking 'that's got nothing to do with Buddhism, what's with the title??') but I felt more accountable to those who read when I wrote. Not that I'm making this up (and really I am a glamorous career woman DINK living in Sydney....) but I do pick and choose what I write about slanting it towards the country life aspects of my existence because it's more interesting than the bits where I'm stuck in traffic or lining up at the supermarket, yeah?
Then I told my family about the blog and while they don't comment here online (give them a break, they've come a long way from holding the mouse with two hands and following very detailed two page hand written instructions on how to read their email!) they regularly send me emails pointing out little inaccuracies- my mum doesn't like my use of 'walah!' she prefers 'voila!' but you see when I say that word in my French accent it sounds like Voy-lah and that doesn't really work now does it? and I have to think of that as another level of scrutiny when I write.
*sigh* the pressure.
And of course all the comments became addictive and I went from my-secret-blog to shouting the address from the rooftops and pushing it on all my friends and students. That includes my bosses. So no more blogging about how crap my job is, hey? (Just kidding!)
I guess it was inevitable but somehow I hadn't thought of the logical next step- meeting people for the first time and finding out they already know about me. Know a lot about me as they recognise me from here. Not that much of a challenge considering I managed to publicise my full name and address.... watch out next week when I hand over my password and Visa card number, hey? But I still find it a little disarming when I introduce myself and someone asks after the chooks (still alive and thriving, thanks) or about Amy's latest antics (she wants to get back in my tummy and be re-born as a boy so we can put up carp streamers for boys day, as you do) before I even know their name...
So I guess I thought I'd experienced and come to terms with all the pitfalls and blogger beware points already.
But nope. Today I had a doozy.
It all started with this post.
And then stage two was last night.
I had already gone to bed and was doing my customary pre-sleep mental run through of the next days schedule/ responsibilities/ appointments when I realised I needed to check something with my boss about the next day's work.
I started texting but I was really beyond tired and couldn't keep my eyes open well enough to type.
So I saved my mail as a draft and went to sleep.
Woke up the next morning and found my boss had written to me about the very same thing.
Great minds think alike, right?
Mentioned this serendipity when I got to work.
You guessed it. I hadn't 'saved as draft' I had hit send. To a very abrupt and- shock!- emoticon-less email.
Horrified I apologised profusely and explained the situation.
The boss smiled and said:
"Come on. I read your blog. You said you don't like long emails."
True. But I have not resorted to absolute rudeness!
So, blogger beware. There are pitfalls everywhere.