Baby's got a lot of tears...

OK, it seems I have freaked a few folks out.  I didn't mean to do that.  It was late last night when I decided to do this, and I guess I didn't think it through.  

Lately, I've been feeling a bit... well... stifled.  I joined Twitter a while back as an outlet where I could just *be* and say whatever I was thinking or feeling at the time, whether it be profound, or silly, or unabashedly fangrrly.  I found a community among those who shared my politics, and my love of certain pundits, and let my geek flag wave proudly.  And then, my better-half decided that she wanted to see what all the fun was about, so she joined Twitter and of course wanted to know my user name so she could follow me.  And she doesn't tweet.  She just check in now and then to see what I'm tweeting.  And that irks me.  

Now, I've got nothing to hide.  Not in the sense of anything that would threaten the relationship.  But, well, dammit, Twitter was mine.  I know it's silly and juvenile, but I resent the intrusion, when it's not something that she wants to participate in.  And I find myself second guessing some of my tweets, and backing out before I send, because of what she may think or say.  So much for the outlet when I can let it all hang out.

Also, I've decided to start writing again, and she just wouldn't understand.  I don't want the teasing, or the grief.  And I'm entitled to have some things that are private, right?

So, I created a new online identity, and this one I'm keeping all to myself.  And I'm not going to feel guilty about it.  I'm not.  

But by friending  you all at once, and not telling you the handle that you've known me as on Twitter was strange and silly and rude.  I didn't know how to do that without her getting my new handle, and that would defeat the whole purpose.  But I should have handled it better.  I'm sorry.  

:: crawling back under my rock ::

It's been a long time since I've done any creative writing, and even longer since I wrote what could be called fan-fiction. But I am forever making up stories to entertain myself when I'm stuck in traffic, or when I can't sleep. And since I am somewhat obsessed with certain pundits these days, and need something creative in my life, I have decided to give this a try.

So watch this space.

And, for the love of mike, someone take pity on a girl and tell me how this whole thing works. Are there rules to this? Or do I focus on my muse just let the creative juices flow?