I often think of things to write about here. Usually when I am alone in the car, worrying whether I will make it to work on time or whether I will make it to pick up the kids on time, or on some time-limited errand.
But then I get to the computer and the topics feel either lifeless or too dangerous.
I think most of the blogging world has been freed from the myth that blogging is a private thing. Even if you don't use your whole name, and limit other identifyung features, people can still find you. And if those people perhaps read something that offends, then the real world and the virtual world collide and fallout can be ugly. I'd rather not go there, thanks. My real world is complicated enough.
And so I edit.
Some people don't care, of course. Perhaps those people have a touch more courage than I do.
But, oh, I could write some really juicy things.
Guess I'll keep them to myself. For now.
(And I'll keep looking for appropriate things to write about.)
Wednesday, November 29, 2006