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Moving on

I've been toying with the idea of closing down this blog off late and the more I think about it, the more I like it.

I love my blog. My very first one, all mine, bright, shiny. It got me raw and unknowing and it slowly grew on me as did the whole blogging shebang, but the lack of anonymity has begun getting to me.

A lot of people I know seem to be reading and half the things I want to blog about, I can't. I often find myself staring at the blank screen, mulling over how I should disguise the people and incidents I am talking about, all of it leading to me feeling very stifled, at which point I just shrug my shoulders and give up. Which might perhaps explain the paucity in posts.

Also, almost all the google searches for my name seem to lead here and I don't think it's a very good idea to have my thoughts and feelings laid out here for people who are actually googling me in the first place!

A new blog, a new identity, a new name have been slowly pulling me towards them.


SMM said…
Don't just disappear...Ping me your new name & url :)

I won't tell anyone else...promise
Mynie said…
I think having another blog shouldn't stop you from posting here. Give it a thought, two blogs could be fun!
Sunshine said…
dont just leave! :) id love to read you...drop me a comment from ur new space! :)
Bland Spice said…
the same dilemma here. i can no longer talk about the things which really affect me because there are so many people i know who are reading it. paper-thin disguises in the form of third persons are also not working.
instead i'm talking about stuff i have an opinion on, but no deep emotional stake.
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Homecooked said…
I hope you'll let me know your new address :)
Mynie said…
Noooo... Is this for real? Has the new blog begun? Have you kept me out of the loop?
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if you do get a new blog with a new name you better knock on my door and give me the address... :)

happy new year....keep writing
Anonymous said…
Have u moved? Anyway wish you and yours a Very Happy New Year!
Gentle Whispers said…
@ Sankoobaba: More like an alter ego.

@ SMM: Don't worry. I'm staying. Much as I try, even the thought of shutting down the blog hurts.

@ Mynie: I took your advice you'll be glad to know.

@ Sunshine: Not leaving. :)

@ Bland Spice: True, having to make sure I don't talk about things deeply close to my heart make the entire exercise of the blog a little bit pointless.

@ Homecooked: I'm staying here. Yay!

@ Just call me A: If I ever do shut down. I'll knock on your door. Don't worry.

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