Another turning point, a fork stuck in the road

I�m now technically the queen of moderation at Courting Destiny. This makes me happy as to be truly evil is only a dream. It matters not that "she knows not what she does"; she will however delete the F word from her written vocabulary. OK, no pandering or plugging because Miz Bohemia will get irritated (she�s really irritated about the in-law thing) but you have to read this because it is good. Do the audio version if you are able. No classes until Tuesday; we get the holiday to ponder a form greatness and courage the likes of which I can only hope arrives again - on this close to souless earth of near ethical devastation - in human form in my lifetime. MoJo posted a comment which gave me something to think about.( not deeply)

I honestly don't know what I'd do with all the attention other bloggers receive. I'd seriously be worried about it affecting how honest and upfront I am about who I am and what I write about. The minute I start catering to the audience is the minute I start losing what little audience I have.

I considered this for a moment. Mojo writes stories which always expose a part of him, and I�ve always considered it a form of courage inherent to writers. ( Pia of course you know exactly what I mean). It�s why I am not really a writer, and why I read so many blogs that are written by people who are. Just look at my links and see for yourself. I am able to live vicariously through their honesty and revelations while at the same time pandering myself somewhat, as you obviously know I do at times, to an audience even if the audience if only in my head. I do write differently now than I did back when I started this blog , or maybe not differently as much as I write about different things. I mean why not write about Darfur if people are actually reading this now. Back when no one read it, and I didn�t get random emails from the interestingly strange,(back before I knew that I was supposed to actually comment on the comments of people who commented), and that I was supposed to go check out their blogs. I didn�t start a blog for that reason, but I do think that once I started to get comments and realized people read this thing what I wrote about changed. To know me well may be to like me less as they say and this may be what we all fear. Or maybe it's just me. Selling out�well it has always been overrated. Then again I never cared that Green Day sold-out�.you have to pay the bills some how and you can�t sing about slacking off and masturbation forever�.life goes on. To those of you who really write, and you know who you are, it would be a sell out for you to do it any other way. For the rest of us�.meh�fuck it.

I'm walking down the line That divides me somewhere in my mind On the border line Of the edge and where I walk alone

Title and blockquote lyrics/Greenday.