I was lamenting about how much work it is to publicize a book these days. At one point she asked, "Do you have a blog?" Well, of course. I actually have four of them! The Product, Topic, Gender, and Good News blogs, each with their own purpose. So she asked whether I was writing any entries on what I was just talking about. Well, I told her, I was using the Product blog to give updates about sales of the book and so forth.
Suddenly, it struck me. All four of those blogs have things I want to say about what I think. Points I want to make or events I want to announce to the world. But none of them really had anything about how I feel, really. The real me was missing, hidden.
After all this time, writing a book so openly personal, I had published the book, then disappeared behind a curtain formality. What I was showing the world was PR from some kind of professional writer / publisher.
So, not wanting to throw anything away, I have kept those four blogs and have now added this fifth one. This one is about me. The “me” hiding behind all that promotional stuff.