When I first decided to make my writing public nine years ago when I started my previous blog, I wasn’t very honest or open. I was trying so hard to be edgy and noticed that I sacrificed my true personality for what I imagined readers wanted. I created a fake version of what I thought a blogger in my genre should be, and while the likes and shares tumbled in for a moment, it fizzled quickly.
Spoiler alert: Denying your true self and trying to be something you are not never works.
So when I decided to give blogging another go, I wanted to be more forthright from the start. I wanted to be a real grown up writer who genuinely connected with followers this time.
Still, I hesitated whether or not I should attach my real name to this blog. What if I regret not choosing a more obscure blog title, or at least a catchy pseudonym? What if I write something that provokes anger or confrontation and I receive a bunch of mean comments? What if people I know in real life actually read it and judge me for it? What if I attract a stalker?
The truth is, though, I can never be completely transparent as a writer if I’m hiding behind a facade instead of authentically sharing. I want readers to be assured there will be no pretense going forward. Using my real name helps me to be a more authentic writer.