Misses Marple

I am a semi well known woman by choice.

I enjoy being semi well known.

Because, to be honest: I enjoy the attention.

But by now, after some time of being well known, what I miss…is blogging 100% totally pure.

Like I did before stuff happened that made people want to follow my blog.

Before when people I know in real life wanting to follow my Facebook therefore my blog because of Big Shit.

Before I had to stop blogging about certain personal stuff…because everyone in my personal life can read it because they want to know about the Big Shit.

I lead them all of them into my blog-life because it was a good choice at the time.

During the Big Shit.

Because it was a good way of letting the second and third circle know what was going on without having to tell the story 300 times over the phone.

Because publishing pubicly was a humongeous reward for the hard work I did recovering while remaining a sane person with a marriage and family strongly on track.

Now the 60% personal ones can leave again, please.

But they can’t.

And I miss the place that I had.

My blog is tainted. By my choice.

I need a new space to write again.

To write like me.

Like maybe only 20 people are reading.

And that would be preferably 20 people I do not know.

Writing makes me whole.

And I need it to be read as well.

A personal diary will not do.

So. I need a public space because I enjoy the attention.

And here I have created a new space where I can write safely.

About shit that the sister of my mother in-law that is on my facebook doesn’t need to read.

I am Misses Marple.

Be welcome, unknown reader. You are welcome most of all!

The next blogs will be personal.