The Anonymous Life Of A Blogger

In the past, I would (usually) have two to three weeks of blog posts written and scheduled to publish. I would have a list of ideas for blog posts written up and know exactly what I was going to write about for the next month or so. My mother would be proud of how much structure and order there was going on around here.

Lately, things have been a bit more haphazard. Now, posts are written the night before, or, more often than not, on the day I post them. I wait until inspiration strikes and then I'm off. In reality, it's really the crazy little voices in my head that tell me what to write, but I prefer using the term inspiration to describe the process. It sounds a bit more posh. Plus, if you tell someone the voices in your head told you to write something, they might wonder if you need to up your medication. But, if you tell them you were inspired to write something, then they nod in an understanding way.

This morning when I spoke to Scott, he asked me what I was going to post on the blog today (we usually post every Monday, Wednesday and Friday). I said I didn't have a clue, that I was waiting to be inspired. So, I went about my business here today - going for a walk with my friend Jane, doing laundry and chatting with people about the big news here in Indiantown. Yes, at last, Dunkin' Donuts has opened. People are very excited. I think there may even be a parade down the main street later this week. This is the biggest thing that's happened here since the McDonalds opened a couple of years ago.

The little voices in my head weren't all that interested in any of that. However, their little ears perked up when I was talking with some folks and one of them mentioned that a woman on a sailboat that just arrived at the marina last week was a writer. A real live writer. With published books and articles and everything. The real deal.

As were were talking to ourselves, one of the little voices in my head said to me, "But you're a writer too." And then one of the other voices in my head said, "Nah, you're a blogger. Totally different thing." And then a third voice cautioned (I've lost count of how many voices there are in my head, by the way), "Don't say anything about the fact that you have a blog. If they ever take a look at it, they'll think you're a total nut job. And not just because we keep talking to you in your head. You write some weird stuff."

I kept my mouth shut and then we started talking about Dunkin' Donuts and the fact that I cut my own hair last week They gasped in horror when I told them that. The ladies, that is, not the voices in my head. After all, they're the ones who told me to go ahead and cut it. They always seem so convincing when they're talking to me. Remember how they convinced me to buy that psychedelic kiwi fruit fabric for my throw pillows?

Later, I realized I'm actually glad most people here at the marina don't know about this blog. This is a good thing about not having a lot of blog followers. It's kind of nice to have a secret, anonymous life as a blogger. I'd probably feel weird if I knew everyone around here was reading my blog. Of course, they'd probably feel weird too because they'd know I have little voices in my head telling me what to do.

Just in case anyone here accidentally stumbles across this blog, I'm glad we generally don't have pictures of ourselves on here. That way, they'll never know it was me. They'll be so busy looking for someone with a box on her head, I'll just slip on by.

Anyway, that was today's random stream of consciousness, brought to you courtesy of the little voices in my head. I bet you can't wait to see what they have to say on Wednesday. Maybe, I'll have made a trip to Dunkin' Donuts by then.

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