Hello. Hello.
Hello.
Hello All.
Hello all my friends. And my writer friends. And my family. And complete strangers who lurk here just for the thrill of it. Hello all you people that I lure here for the express purpose of selling my books to you someday. Hello.
You all welcome here. And now that that is clear, I will continue with my blog post.
Can you guess where I am right now?
Pretending to be all studentish and scholarly at Brigham Young University. Sitting in the Wilkinson Student Center on campus in Provo, Utah.
By my lonesome.
But with a purpose.
I AM a student here after all.
Even if I’m old enough to practically be a MOTHER to these little college people. (Not quite, but amazingly close.)
So, I do actually have a class here on campus. (But, I think I’ve outgrown the AWE I feel toward universities and I just want to finish my degree. Here. I. Sit.)
My writing class starts in 62 minutes. Okay maybe more because Brandon Sanderson is often late. Tardiness is so easy to forgive when someone exudes awesomeness. Thus, we readily forgive him.
So, I am (was) writing. But then I just had this urge. An itch to scratch, if you will.
I had to google myself to see what happened.
It’s not the first time. Don’t pretend to be shocked. Shocked is what I would be if you HADN’T ever googled yourself before. Ever.
Please join me in my loserishness if you haven’t already. I want to know what the world wide web thinks of me.
Let see I googled me and I found out that: I blog. I facebook. I twitter. All of this you likely know.
On page TWO my essay that I published came up.
And then google linked me to comments that I had made on otherpeople’sblogs. Yes, I’m a blog stalker. And I need intervention. But don’t bother unless you are a professional. Yes. It’s that bad.
And I’ve decided that EVERYTHING I say anywhere on the internet is there for the ENTIRE WORLD TO SEE.
And I knew this. Sorta. I mean, duh. WORLD WIDE WEB. Hello. That says it all.
It makes me feel small and strangely powerful at the same time.
Now if I just had anything to say.
Besides.
Hello.
Let’s see if this comment appears somewhere on Google. I bet if I typed porn, it would come up somewhere.
Oh, crap! I just typed porn!
I still think it’s awesome sauce that you’re in Brandon’s class. =] I’m a blog stalker too.