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Consolidation

@kaytludi -
I'm something of a compartmentalizer.

I had a personal blog and a writing blog. I had a website to advertise my freelance writing and other marketable skills, and a separate site to talk about my fiction writing saga. I have a personal twitter and a writing twitter. I didn't want to "bother" people from one area of my life with stuff from another. Didn't want to bore personal friends with talk of writing, or posted poetry. Didn't want to offend fellow word-lovers with my politics, or bore them with monotonous check-ins to the same handful of places (I'd be depressingly easy to stalk if anyone were so inclined, lol).

But I'm done with that.

Maybe it's the New Year, or my new word. Maybe it's just my age showing - I am in my fuck-it-forties, after all. Maybe it was an article I read which said that having a website under a cutesy online pseudonym (like my qwertyKayt) is best if your 'brand' is talking about writing, while having a site under your own name is best for authors. Maybe it was all of that. Maybe it was none. If I knew myself better I wouldn't need to write to figure things out.

But I'm consolidating and streamlining things as much as possible. For now, twitter will remain divided because a)Twitter doesn't let me join two accounts, and b) my personal feed is SO crowded that even with Hoot Suite, lists, notifications about individual accounts, etc., I fear I'd miss some really good posts. I reserve the right to change my mind about this in the future.

If this blurring of lines offends, or bores, or bothers anyone I apologize ... ok, not really. This is my life, and ultimately the only person who has to be made happy by it is me. If some previously compartmentalized part of me really turns off some hitherto unexposed component of my tiny tribe, maybe we were never soulmates anyway.

But I hope that we are :-)


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