Zouted

Sorry about yesterday's lack of post.  I wrote on in the afternoon, but it was one of those that rambled on until it even bored me, so I deleted it.  Then I remembered on my way to bed, but fell asleep before I could write one on the phone.

What I had been going to write about, since nothing of particular interest happened yesterday, was that I'm finally starting to get into Facebook rather more warmly.  It's taken a while, but then so did blogging.  It was a long time before I stopped feeling quite artificial, pretentious even, and longer again before I felt part of a community here.

I'd been reading blogs for a while, but not venturing to comment because it didn't seem quite polite to barge in when people all seemed to know each other.  Then I discovered that most bloggers welcome comments and like to know they've got new readers, so I started to leave some comments and from there it wasn't long before I started blogging myself (five years ago last month, I'm not big on anniversaries so I didn't mention it at the time).  I really thought I was going to be completely anonymous, but that didn't last long.

I had the same idea on Facebook, very briefly, and put in a false surname but soon changed my mind.  It seemed pointless and indeed, I have now got quite a number of real-life friends there.   I've still kept the blog and FB separate however - some folks publish their posts there too (or rather, links to them), but I don't.  Quite a few of my friends do know I have a blog, but only three of them have asked for its name and one looked for me, that I know of.  However, Dave mentioned the blog on my wall this morning.  And I know that my name, Googled, leads here (a mishap when a box auto-filled and I didn't notice, years ago).  So, if anyone I actually know arrives by that route - yep, this is my little, not very well-kept secret.