For the next week or so, I'll have something new to obsess about. A reporter for the local paper wants to talk to me about... what, exactly? My journal, I guess. Or online journaling in general, maybe. What I have to remind myself is that she's not here to talk about my life, because my life is not my journal.
Or is it? Sometimes I think that the two are so inextricably intertwined that the journal is more about who I am than anything else I do. With a few exceptions, that's all I write about, entry after entry, every single day. What I did, what's on my mind, what's going on in my minuscule corner of the universe. What I watched on TV last night.
Well, of course. What else should a personal journal be about? The point I'm trying to make (to myself) is that the reporter isn't coming to hear about my life, but about why I post a daily account of my life on the web. That's a good one. I'll have to give that some thought over the next few days.
My biggest fear is that a whole new class of readers will find me and start wondering the same thing. Who do I think I am, wasting people's bandwidth by uploading nothing more important or interesting than the contents of my head? If I start getting a lot of nasty email, I'm going to regret ever going public. Almost every email message I've ever received about the journal has been positive. I'm not sure why this is, but I'd like it to stay that way.
I'm not good at interviews. I'm not good at expressing myself orally. I'm fairly verbal, but not all that oral. I'll probably get words in the wrong order and forget how to put a sensible sentence together. I'll come off looking like a socially inept pretender (which is what I am, mostly).