My Life as a Real Estate Agent

In the past week, I've done little or nothing that does not have to do with real estate. I have worked 12 hours a day -- more actually -- on getting up my real estate website. This, in the fond hope that I will eventually attract some business. The holiday week began with the buyers pulling out of a deal that had been slowly dying. I forgive them. Actually, there's nothing to forgive. Both the seller and I agree: Their decision was perfectly understandable. Nevertheless, it leaves me in the unenviable position of having to admit that it's been a year and I haven't earned a penny.

Tonight, I return to the world of writing. I'm trying to move my author's site to another host and I'm trying to decide whether to add a blog to it. I feel, almost compulsively, that I should. I just don't know why. I love the anonymity of this blog. So why would I go off and start a blog in which people know who I am? Silly, isn't it?