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Not Going There

For the first time in forever I went and looked at the stats for my old writing blog back in October. I've been thinking about deleting it so my writing there isn't stolen by AI or content pirates. While I get about 30 views on this blog (and my RL identity is known only to close friends), my old writing blog is still getting over 3K hits every month.

I shut down everything to do with my online presence when I left my old career, and when I started a new one I just set up a blog to keep friends updated. That evolved into this blog and one other. Honestly, I forgot about who I used to be and all the baggage that went with it because I found the perfect job and was finally able to work in peace without constant scrutiny. Yet evidently the old blog is still being read -- or at least visited -- by thousands.

This dismays me for a couple reasons. I have zero desire to return to the glare of the public eye. I'm not kidding; it's awful for a shy person to have to endure. Being able to write in isolation without anyone knowing what I'm doing is still absolute bliss. Without getting into a lot of details, I do feel that I did enough teaching and helping the next generation of writers back in those days. I also don't like how social media has evolved into this search and destroy machine since I went basically anonymous. I've been in those cross hairs a few times in the past, and it's not fun.

In short, I do not miss that blog or all the headaches that went with it. I do not want to restart it or return to my old online persona. I am happy where I am and with what I'm doing here with my thirty views a month.

It's just weirdness that the blog still attracts so many views. Ah, well. Hopefully it continues to help aspiring writers in my absence.

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