It's always interesting, and quite egotistical, to "google" yourself. Once I found out I was a porn star that way. (Well, not really "I" was....but someone who called herself "Heidy" was...and she also did me the courtesy of linking her site to mine....we don't look anything alike, tho, she's a brunette and I am a blonde. I'm pretty sure we're not even related.)
Late last night, along with the expected results, I also found I had been quoted on a web site called Quoteland.com - or more to the point - a poem of mine had been quoted there in The Flower Quote Game.
I don't know why I was so tickled, but I was. It's always good to find out people are not only reading your poems, but that they are remembering them. Especially people who aren't family or friends - and don't have to read or remember you.
Come to think of it, even my family doesn't read my poetry.
Huh.
That's weird. Or maybe not. They'd read it if they knew about. At least I think they would. Maybe. Most of the time I'm pretty glad they don't, though. It's embarassing more than it is anything else.
It's not "who I am." At least I don't think it is. Poetry's more like this secret vice than it is anything else. My dirty little secret.
One of em, anyhow.
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My husband doesn't read my poetry or my blog. I distinctly remember him wondering aloud 10 years ago why anyone would be interested in what I write. I'm sure he didn't mean to be insulting, but I never mentioned my writing to him again. Of course, I have written very much until recently, so maybe he affected me more than I would like to admit.
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