Anonymity and transparency in 2020s

I hate being in the mood to write but not having much to write about, so I’ll have to think of whatever little things I can. I do have an appointment on the 13th, so I might not blog for a day or two before that to have things to write about on the road.

I know I already said this, but I can’t wait for my new VR lenses because everything has gotten so blurry I can barely make out street signs when I’m on the road. I’ve lost track of all the towns I’ve been through, but I’m heading for Syracuse. My rank is now up to 105 and under 200 on LJ, interestingly enough. I can’t really tell my visitors because I don’t think I have that blog coded right now.

My-diary is another place I can be reached anonymously (if you create an account in a bogus name) since I have no means of tracking there. Just thought I would throw that out there.

I’ve always been big on being honest, real, and blunt, and I still am, but I realize that on the Internet, you can be anyone you want to be, and sometimes that really is okay. It’s been quite a while, but even I’ve made bogus PB accounts in the past to throw stories on to get an unbiased audience’s feedback, being as curious as I am. So I think it’s okay to a degree, as long as people don’t take it too far. I get the need for unbiased interactions at times, but at the same time, people want to see the real you. So I think it’s good to have a healthy, reasonable mix of anonymity and transparency. I even once considered “starting fresh” and befriending Aly from a bogus account.

Twitter has totally gone to hell since Musk took over. I only keep the account because it makes a good photo dump, and it’s my only connection to Aly other than our old WhatsApp and Skype chats. To be honest, I’m curious to see how long her account sticks around. I noticed that if I find an interesting picture on Facebook I want to share in an email, I can’t copy and paste it directly from Facebook to an email, so I drop it on Twitter and then I can copy and paste from there. Otherwise, it really sucks because you can no longer complain to support about the things that annoy you—not that it did any good in the past, but at least you still had a way to do it. Now you don’t.

Someone recently asked themselves why their brain makes up stories, and I can ask myself the same thing. It’s mostly when I’m lying down relaxing or unwinding for bed. Sometimes I’ll imagine myself in scenarios that I’d either like to see happen or that are totally off the wall and I can’t ever imagine them happening. Or sometimes they’ll involve people I’ve seen or don’t know at all who are completely random and fictitious people at times. I guess that’s just the creative imagination in me. It’s where I often get story ideas, along with dreams.

Now that I’m not so focused on editing anymore, I’m going to try to get my creative juices flowing again and resume working on the last story I was working on. I know I could go back and improve old stuff, but I think I’d rather start with fresh stuff or at least stuff that’s a lot newer. I don’t know that I’ll write stories as much as I used to, but I’m going to go over my manuscript soon. I also don’t know if I’ll share it or not. I’m mostly writing it for me. If I do share, I understand that the mystery/suspense genre isn’t for everyone, so no one’s obligated to read it.

Last updated June 08, 2024