No Anonymity for Me!

So I skipped Tuesday on the grounds of feeling crappy, and then felt just as crappy Wednesday, and then I got a PM on one of my newsgroups from somebody saying she'd just realized I wrote The Ghost Sitter, her copy of which she had read till it fell apart.

Which puts a pretty high lower limit on how bad I can feel.

This is why I always post under my own name. No cute nicknames for me. I don't even understand the impulse, though probably I would if I didn't have so many roleplaying characters to provide me with alternate names and identities. I'm not nearly enough of a public figure for there to be any danger of somebody stalking me looking to have my babies, and if by any chance I get into the same forum as somebody who has read my books, or who likes my posts enough that they'd like to try my books if they know about them, I want them to be able to recognize me when they see my name. Conversely, anybody who thinks I make dull, long-winded posts (I'll cop to "long-winded") probably wouldn't care for my books, and should be able to avoid them.

It also acts as a brake on any impulse I might have to post in haste or share too much. If I'm not willing for it to turn up attached to my name in a random google search, I shouldn't write it down and I damn sure shouldn't hit "post."

Much better today, and the redbud's in full bloom. Goosegrass, however, is still winning the battle for my yard's soul.