My blog is an integral part of my life, and I’m neither ashamed of it,
nor do I think my online friendships are lesser than physical friendships.
And they become physical friendships, a lot of times. I travel all over the
place, and whenever there’s anybody in the area I try to meet up with them.
I owe almost everything going on in my life right now to blogging and the
Internet, and that’s fine with me. The Internet does nothing so well as
social networking. The other day, I realized I was living with someone I had
met on LiveJournal, spreading jam I had gotten from a friend I met
on LiveJournal, and having breakfast at a table I had bought on Craigslist
— everything I was doing that day had to do with this glittering
network of people I had found through the Internet.
The blog doesn’t really interfere with my writing because it comes from
a completely different side of the brain.
I do feel guilty when I get too busy and haven’t posted, but I would never
stop doing it. It’s an integral part of the way I market my books and
interact with my audience.