A strange thought occurred to me the other day: the people in my graduate program don’t know about this blog. They don’t know about the novels I’m working on. They don’t even know I write. And that struck me as strange and kind of sad. Writing is one of the most important things in my life, yet a lot of people don’t know about my writing (or care about it).
My family and some close friends know, though, so it’s all good.