Monday, April 21, 2008

A Problem

Dear Reader,
I've got a problem. I bite my nails. But that's irrelevant. My actual problem is small, kind of. I would love to simply bare my soul to all of you, well, the three of you who know this exists, but I fear. I fear that I will reveal things I shouldn't. I fear that my readers will expand and somebody will read something about them. So what do I do? Do I go forth without any regard for anybody else, effectively turning this into a form of therapy? Or do I restrain my impulses and keep the majority of my personal life out of it? This serves nobody else but me, and perhaps you. I write here so I can hone my skills as a writer, but also in the hope that I will perhaps inspire somebody, or change something. It is for me, but others are affected. So what do I do?
I don't know and I ask you, all four of you, perhaps more, what I should do. So answer! Question! Comment! Sally forth and make contact!
Ready?
Set?
GO!