Jill Walker writes about her recent desire for a secret blog . . . an anonymous place where she can write about what her real experiences are and her true feelings without the reserve that a public blog requires where no matter how cool or open or liberal or candid one may appear, there is still a reserve, a need to keep up the pretense, to hang on to that wall.

She has tried, but it always gets lonely as her readers, the important ones, the ones in her life, the ones who need to know what all this stuff means . . . they’re not the ones who would be reading it. It would be empty. She muses that perhaps she could link to it or have trackbacks that lead the ones who need to know to her secret blog but eventually they would figure it out, they would know it was her, and then the reserve would have to return or there would once again be no point in having the secret blog as the secret would be out.

I can see that. I can feel it.

Really interesting points . . . reality, hello.