We'll See What Happens

When I made this blog I wanted it to be anonymous, but connected to my main blog through the account because I figured it would be easier to manage that way. But I found my name is still attached to posts, so even though there's no "About Me" section to the side and this blog isn't linked to any of my others, it's still obviously the writings of Leah Powell, amateur blogger, webcomicker, and gigantic idiot.

Yesterday I was talking with someone and he told me I shouldn't use my real name for certain internet things, and I told him I didn't care much because it's easy to figure out who I am when I write about myself, or if there's pictures of me, and once you do that its easy to find my other blogs and the webcomic and whatnot. I jokingly told him I was "all over the internet." But then it got me thinking about this blog and why I made it.

I kind of want this blog to be for all the stuff I'm not comfortable posting anywhere else - I've been posting poetry on the webcomic tumblr for a while and on the one hand it's been good because people like it, it gets a few notes, but on the other hand it feels wrong to have the comic and then as soon as it goes on hiatus there's like five horrible depressing poetry posts.

So I made this and put the poetry here and said this place as open season, and if I wrote something and didn't like it I could delete it. I want this place to be open. But I know I'll over think stuff before I post it.

I'm envious of people who can write journals or keep diaries. I have notebooks I use for writing down random thoughts but they're always thoughts relating to fiction, nothing personal. But every time I do write something personal it feels great. Writing has always been my way of getting stuff off my chest, but I've always used fiction as a way to hide it, to cover it in fantasy so no one gets hurt, especially not me.

Just now, I wrote a whole paragraph but I deleted it.

So I guess we'll see what happens.