If you write about your looks, they’ll call you vain. If you write about feeling vulnerable, they’ll tell you to grow up. Anything you write about is subject to someone else’s opinion; no matter what you say, it’ll send someone off. “You’re asking for it,” they say.
When you write for the internet–and I’m not complaining about it, because I love it–readers form an idea about you in their heads from the first sentence. They think they know you, the real you, not the one you present to the online world. It’s hard to get them to change their first impression.
Writing about yourself online opens up a chasm. You allow these people in, gladly, and most of them are lovely. They’ll send you emails about your work and how much it means to them. They’ll stop you in bars to tell you. The internet opens up millions of doors and the people who walk through them can change your life. Writing for the internet is beautiful that way because it reminds you the world is full of people whose words can enrich your life.
But others, hidden behind the cloak of anonymity the internet can provide…
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