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Employed Blogger

So how does this work? I have never been an "outted" blogging employee, especially one that works in the writing industry.

I have learned many a lesson from Dooce and am not really looking to get myself canned over my words.

I guess this really will become a place where I share my outside-of-work stories.

I just don't want to start self-censoring because I'm worried what my boss will think if he reads that I'm PMSing.

Do we live in a society that separates personal from work life?

Perhaps my boss will enjoy my insighfulness at this page. Perhaps it will give him a little too much information into who I really am.

Because who are you really at work? Are you really you? Do you really show everything about yourself? Your dreams? Your hopes? Your fears? Your frustrations?

I know I don't.

So tell me, HOW DOES THIS WORK?

The only bloggers I read are pretty much self employed and so I don't really have any concrete examples of how it works.

I just picture in an important meeting:

"We need to decide the blah-di-blah about whosy-whatsit and thingymagig. Oh, and by the way, A, great blog last night about your cramps. My wife can really relate."

There are just some worlds I don't really want to collide.

The bonus is I can force myself to get back to travel writing. I have many stories to share and I should use this space to do so.

That way, keeps me removed from work but allows me to keep writing...which was the whole point of getting this type of job anyway.

I simply remembering being so anonymous when I first started this journey. I had the full time job and wrote cryptically.

Now, I'm a little bit more out in the open and I'm just not quite sure where to start.

So, how does this work? Thoughts? Comments?

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