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A to Zed....maybe I'm sick in the head....



Ah, welcome April! Welcome April Foolery and welcome A to Z blogging challenge. So, for the next 26 days I am to compose a blog centering around the letters of the alphabet--- and unfortunately, this is no April Fool's joke.....

Will I make it through...without going insane? I will attempt to make them writer-related, but I'm not promising anything. Am I crazy? We'll see, but I must get started first.....

A is for Anonymity.....

What writer hasn't felt the pangs of disappoint, the twinge of fear, the guilt of haphazard edits? Wouldn't it just be better if we didn't put anything out at all, or better still, couldn't we put out everything and just pretend that the mess wasn't ours?

Pen names might protect writers from having to admit they actually wrote the work.The mask of anonymity might even help an author write without fear. If a nom de plume provides you with the courage to get your work written and out there, then by all means, proceed. 

I think all writers should write as their own literary double, if for no other reason than to encourage the production of a "new" writer. Taking on the anonymous persona might open the mental blocks that have otherwise held you back. Next time you feel the pressure, just let Anonymous do all the work for you.....

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  1. After all, Anonymous is the most prolific writer of all time. I use a pseudonym because I share my real name with about 36,000 other people in the U.S. Talk about getting lost in a crowd.

    Happy to have you join us in this crazy fun!

    Contrary to my usual practice of subscribing to comments, to save time during challenge I will not be doing so during April. If you want to respond to my comment , please email me directly from your email notification for the comment.
    Thanks.

    Lee
    Tossing It Out
    Twitter hashtag: #atozchallenge

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