I think that I know things. Like I think that I know that most people who have blogs secretly hope that they will be "discovered" by readers who will find them and every aspect of their lives, fascinating. People all over the world, they hope, will tune in each week to see what has been posted, what the great and intriguing blogger has said. I think that people think that, because I think that. So far, my blog has been a dismal failure and I must be boring as pie and full of uninteresting drivel, because masses haven't even begun flocking to me. Who are these people who's blogs make them famous? Is there such a thing? Or is it famous people who have popular blogs... famous first, blog second. And I will never be famous. Or perhaps I will never be comparatively famous. One must consider the size of the pond. I am known by people I don't know. But that's a stretch. Anyway. I wonder how many bloggers have the secret fantasy of being found and followed. Read. Admired. Commented on so profusely that someone has to be hired to weed through the large quantity of inquiries and questions and fan mail. Sometimes I think maybe I should create a second blog where I actually tell the truth, like an open journal. 100% inside scoop. It would be like a soap opera. Everyone's doing live stuff, reality TV.. Why not a reality blog? And then I think, "What if my life isn't interesting enough to people!! What if no one even flocked to me then?" And so I keep it to this single blog. Although if I did venture out I would by no means make an announcement. It would be very top secret. And I supposed it would be fun to be famous even if it was incognito. There's some appeal to that. No one stalking me, no one calling at midnight or taking pictures when I go out to eat. Just adoring fans fascinated with my personality.

Oh well. Merry Christmas. I am not making any new years resolutions, but I have been thinking about doing less and liking it more. I've had some time off for Christmas to spend with my family - nephews and nieces. It's wonderful. We don't realize how much we pay to earn money.

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Jenny said…
The famous Heidi - whose blog I love to read but seldom leave comments...I think I could say I flock to you. Maybe not in person, but my heart does...my prayers do...I even have dreams where you magically appear. Even your sad blogs are beautiful to me...Do I sound freaky, like a stalker? I hope not. Just wanted you to know that you are important to me. I'm not the best at showing it, but it's true. I'm sad I didn't get to see you before you left on your big trip. Can we have coffee when you get back?
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jasonrgoode said…
Have no fear, Heidi. I have posted a link to your blog on my newly formed blog. Though only a few days old, my blog is sure to attract the masses who are seeking my unique blend of wisdom and wit, beauty and boldness. (I have agents lining up and a book deal is only a few days away.) In between reading my heart moving posts, they will see the link to your blog and assume that it must be good since I'm endorsing it.

Take care,
10:38 AM
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