
i write and publish stories and books since i was about 9..well..i published my first story in a kids magazine when i was about ten but i startet writing very early..back then there wasnt any savety..no one was afraid that something would happen to kids whos names and adresses where exposed and so it was a totally normal thing that my story " fernella the unpleaseant unicorn " was printed in a certain childrens magazine with my name and my adress under it..i, of course, was ver yproud of that story (which was really really bad..i mean..its about a unicorn with bad mood ..what can one expect from such a storyline?) and i was so delighted with it that i carried the magazine with me everywhere i mean..everywhere..to school, to the playground (well tahts a lie because i never went to a playground until i was about 16..so..but i prefer the imagination that i would have took it there as well), into the museum..i even ate and slept with it..i was lirary married to that magazine....until the day the pink-blue-orange letter with star-stickers arrived ( no joke, i still have it) from a reader of that magazine..her name is..uhm..doesent matter...sher wrote to me that my story was total crap and boring an dthat there are not such things as unpleasant unicorns and she knows everything bette rthen me becaus eshe was already a year older...of course i was crushed on the floor..under my magazine...but i learned that not everybody likes what i do..and so it kept on going..when you put yourself outhere you become a public person..you get judged and you get cricics too...you get also mail...i get tons of emails every month...nice emails from people who like me to know that the ylove my work..that it changed their thinking or even their (sex)lives like that couple who tried for years to have female ejaculation but failed until they tried it the way i discribed it in my sex-education-essay about gushing...i also get a lot mean mail..mostly anonymous...people who think i should burn in hell for the dirty dirty stuff i write...i cna deal with that..its differnet...they judge me but dont know me...i couldnt care less...
but yesterday..i came home from an apointment with a fellow writer who i met a while ago...arround half past midnight...an di wanted to check my blog befor ei go to bed..and there was this anonymous coment...the coment was about me and one of my regular visitors/comenteers/friends here...it was a bit strangly and i didnt really understood what the person wanted to tell me but it had something..i dunno..there were all kinds of warnings in it..which had a rather threatening effect on me...and it was so out here in my blog home...and it felt totally differnet from all the emails i get from readers..because this blog is..me...this blog is like an extension to my house...its like a room...like..hall..first door:kitchen..next door: bathroom..next door: bedroom: next door:BLOG....you know what i mean? i know here are many lurkers who never write (and i dont have a problem with that) but i feel safe?save? here...all people who come here..jo, ms moon, janine, craig, donna, petit fleur, may, and many many many other people feel like friends to me...talking here feels like we are in a safe/save place where we can interact...comming home to this coment felt like coming home an dfinding that someone was in my house while i was away...nothing is stolen or broken..but clearly someone ate from my plate..slept in my bed...left his/hers handprint on my door....its like in that movie with calls coming in: loook after the children..looook afte rthe children..then you call the police an dthe officer says:oh..mister santiago!! the call came from your own house!!!
that might sounds a bit exagerated but it feels like this somehow..like a drop of blood on my sheets (hm okay..well i only have black and dark pruple bed sheets so i might wouldnt notice such a drop)...or a lipstick mark along my martini glass...
it just dont feels comfortable..and thats why i reaped it here what i said in ym coments: dear anonymus..this is not the place for cryptic coments...i cnat ask you what you menat to say and that feels really uncool..so please..write me an email...tell me what you think...i didnt deleted your coment becaus ei dont care or anything but becaus ethis coment was about rathe rprivate things..i dont wnat it to sit here like a big ugly toad and everyone sees and thinks about it...so..i m sure you have my email ..feel free to drop me a line whenever you feel like...
and for you my lovely visitors-friends-readers-comenteers..tell me ...how do you feel about strangers in your house....





