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Dec. 25th, 2001 12:09 pmFor Christmas... I want a dozen anonymous people to be secretly fascinated by my Journal. There are some reasons why this will not be the case:
- I don't have enough problems.
- I'm not witty enough to make up for #1.
- I don't include any sex to compensate for #2
- I don't really want a dozen anonymous people to read my Journal.
- (Yoo Hoo! If you're out there, Hi! *waves*)
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Date: 2001-12-25 11:07 pm (UTC)Hm.
Aha! The stage analogy is actually a pretty good one; for me, journaling is exactly like improv, while writing stories or letters or whatever is the equivalent of a rehearsed scene or skit. Improv isn't always completely improvisational; there's often an element (sometimes a very strong one) of forethought, but I usually find that once I get going, I kind of lose track and ramble in whatever direction seems like a good idea at the time. Even so, I've always got one eye on the audience (though I can't actually see them, of course), and a part of my mind is trying to gauge what the reaction will be, what will be approved, how it will be taken. When I'm in my stride I know what works, and what doesn't. When I'm not in my stride, it's really easy to tell, because I use lots of long rambly run-on sentences that never seem to get anywhere. ;P
It's good to know that you're basically doing an open-journal kind of thing, as I found myself wondering who your audience was. I didn't feel uncomfortable about it, just - aware, and it seemed a bit odd, but I know several other folks who do the same thing - though they usually don't post as often or write as well as you. :)
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Date: 2001-12-26 12:21 am (UTC)I think I've got a better picture now of how LiveJournal works though. You're kinda supposed to find other folks that seem compatible and make comments that they will hopefully reciprocate. I would be unsurprised to find that there is a certain status in having a good sized community, rather like the number of folks in one's orbit at a party. Currently I'm the dreadful one in the corner with a book, muttering a bit too loudly about ungrateful fish. *hee*