It feels like the first time.
How putting your real name to a published piece can make you want to vomit…and then do it all over again.
I just started a Medium account, and I’m now terrified as to what to do with it.
This is the first time in a long time that I've written anything online that has my name on it. Not just a screen name or some fun take on the old pager code of yore — but my actual name. I've decided not to hide anymore. If I’m going to call myself a writer again, well then I need to write without the mask and from the heart. I’m putting type to screen, and this time I’m fully owning it.
Excuse me now while I take a few breaths before I figure out what my first REAL topic of discourse will be.