You’ll all know by now that I’m an anonymous blogger. What you’re not really call Mrboosmum, I hear you cry… I’m also a secret blogger. No one knows I write this and I steal moments (like now while I’m drying my hair) to write posts on my phone.
There are various and complicated reasons why I’ve made these choices. I don’t want my work colleagues or students knowing as much about my personal life as I lay bare here. I don’t want family to know how much things hurt or get to me sometimes. But it would be wrong to take my anonymity as a sign of fear, crippling modesty or acquiescence as my students often do when I teach novels (often, but not always, by women) of the past. (By the way, these are almost never the real reasons why historical writers published anonymously.) In my case, I just don’t think I could write this blog as I do without the shelter and freedom anonymity provides me.
What you get here is unedited me. I don’t really exist in this form anywhere else that’s visible. I can thank my anonymity for that.
There was a fascinating pbloggers chat a few weeks ago about blogging from the heart, which as you can probably tell is a subject and practice close to my own. Several of us were saying that we couldn’t blog honestly without anonymity and others started to think about how their blogs might look if they were linked to their real identities.
Then I had a bizarre run of emails and blog comments asking me what my name was or requesting that I self-identify on the blog. Some went so far as to say I was shooting my blog in the foot by being anonymous. That it would be more successful if I wrote under my name. Depends on the success you strive for, I guess. Honestly, you know so much more about me from reading my blog than you would from knowing my name.
All of this got me thinking about anonymity some more and I thought I’d share what it means to me.
A place where you can say and work through what you think and feel with
N o inhibitions
O r concerns that you will be overburdening anyone else who cares about you with your anxieties.
N o beating around the bush because
Y ou have to self-censor to
M ake others feel better. An
O pportunity to say things that are important to you and others and to
U nderstand a little more about yourself.
S omehere to be me and to celebrate all the wonderful and difficult things in my life.
I hope you understand why I’m anonymous. And that if you blog, whether you are anonymous or not, you feel able to blog from the heart. It’s liberating.