Not Unwelcome

This is a no-notes diary only because I want to avoid a mistake I made once before, which was that of becoming so dependent on readership I lost my voice entirely. My diary became a stage where I performed for crowds of varying sizes, and the tone of my day was often set by how good the ticket sales were. The strain of inventing new and ever more entertaining diversions to enthrall the audience eventually took its toll. When my diary became more of a chore than a place where I could turn for comfort, I deleted six years of my history with a sense of relief.

There is nothing wrong with writing for your readers, or even with assuming an alternate persona in order to flex your creative muscles, but that’s not why I’m here. This is for me, mostly, and for the quiet karmic kudos I might rack up whenever a stranger wanders in and finds something useful, recognizable or even consoling.

That said, I realize it’s unfair to leave a comment on someone’s diary then not allow them to respond. It’s the journalistic equivalent of ‘no tagbacks’ and I think I’m a little old for that. Therefore I’m opening up this one entry for your private, signed comments.

Thanks for your understanding,

‘Jill’