Midnight Confession

Except it’s not midnight. That’s way past my bedtime.

But I do have a confession for you. This is not the only place I’m writing.

(pausing now, for you to all finish gasping in shock and awe…. done now? good… moving on…)

I’ve become a slave to Craigslist.

I’ve posted a few rants, raves, ads, etc. and actually get email feedback, from strangers, telling me that I sound “painfully cool” – and I don’t think they’re talkin’ hypothermia!

So yah. I’m the first to admit that I publish for the feedback. I don’t write private posts, I suck at private journaling. I can count the number of angsty poems I wrote when I was an angst-filled teenager on one hand.

I don’t write simply for the joy of writing. I write for two reasons: a) people expect me to (like for school or work) and b) people heap lavish praise on me when I do, because sometimes I’m kindof good at it.

I hear this is why so many bloggers end up switching to livejournal. They get far more feedback there. Problem is, while feedback from my friends is great and wonderful (and please don’t stop!), it’s the feedback from random strangers that I LOVE. The fact that I’ve inspired someone to send me a compliment based on nothing but my writing is (I think) something special.

So, for the lurkers out there who are a little thicker than others, COMMENT ALREADY. Or start reading vancouver.craigslist.org. You never know where one of my anonymous entries may pop up.