Seriously. It really never occurred to me that it would be in any way weird for my various worlds to collide as I started this blog. But they do. And like I say, it's weird.
What am I talking about? Writing a blog that is - while admittedly a tad self-aware of its publicity purposes and attempting to be in the style of my writerly voice (oh get on with your bad self, Joy) - somewhat personal and knowing that since I still have that pesky day job and will keep having it for a good long while and that the people from that world will read my thoughts from this world.
Less long-winded version: I teach high school. That means I work with wired teens who now know how to find me in cyberspace. And since I'm writing books for them, I want them to find me. But it's nonetheless a little weird. Okay, not Michael Jackson hanging the baby over the railing weird. Or anything involving Britney or Amy Winehouse weird. (and oh, btw, does Amy Winehouse have the best voice ever and I wish she'd quit that pesky crack addiction or let her parents help her and maybe eat a twinkie or two and gain a few pounds) But it's still weird for me when worlds collide and I'm hyper aware that the same people I have to say things to like: "Do your freakin' paper. Sit down. No, you can't go the bathroom. Yes, I think it's utterly fascinating that you two have the same middle name. You saw him doing what behind the dry erase board?? Good god, I think it's another fire drill" are now the same people that know about my real life and occasionally make it very clear that yes, they do know about my real life and seem a little shaky to realize that I don't just curl up under the document camera at night and drink stale coffee and grade their papers until dawn or something like that.
So... it's a good problem to have. But it will take some adjusting. For all of us.
Til next time...