Birth of a Blog

Yesterday's comments included some questions about how I blog, work and Bubbles, so I thought I'd give ya'll an idea of what it's like on this end of the blogosphere.

Honeysuckle Rose suggested that I show my blog addy to Bubbles in hopes that she'd get a freakin' clue. Honey.. it would take way more than my site to show her the light. Believe me.

Actually, that's sort of how Hidden Mahala was born. When I started I had another blog that I loved, a sort of Mountain Gypsy themed site with the same sort of stories, shameless ass kissing of self-Googling celebrities (yes, I drooled over Craig Ferguson back then too) and stories from the Asylum. Back then, Thelma and Louise, Lulu and the gang all had different (and funnier) names and I was just a tad bit less stealthy with searchable information. When Bubbles came to work here, everything changed.

I'd always thought the world of Bubbles so when she overheard me and Lulu talking about my blog and insisted that I let her see, I wasn't that worried. I made her swear not to tell anyone and explained.. at length.. why it was important that she not show it to anyone local. When I say this is a tiny town, I am not exaggerating. The population is around 600. That's not 600K.. that's 600 people. Information flows though this place like wildfire. The last thing I needed was say.. Thelma getting hold of it, seeing how her hubby is the ONE police officer in town.

You can see how this would be a problem.

Anywho, so I gave in and shared the addy and she swore no one else would see it. The next day she came in, hollering at the top of her lungs about how ding-dang funny I was and how Bubbahubby laughed til' he had tears. I was horrified Thelma or Louise would hear her carrying on and ask what the commotion was about, but then I realized what she'd said..



I started watching my stats like half starved junk yard dog. I was getting more hits from ip addys that could be local. This soon spread to the private server from the Big City hospital. Bubbles' Bubbahubby is a paramedic, so I knew he was spreading the word.

I'll admit, I was kinda flattered that people enjoyed what I wrote, but I started censoring myself out of fear and soon the funny sort of died.

It came at a really bad time. I had just been contacted by a producer from a show on one of the major networks about some stuff I'd written and here I had to start all over with a whole new blog, new identity.. everything. I couldn't even call the town I lived in by the same name, because although Bubbles isn't a computer whiz, I'd spent a good two hours showing her the wonders of Google and I had to be careful not to use any names she might remember from the old site.

It's not easy promoting a blog, trying to raise your search engine rankings while keeping it away from everyone you know.

Anywho, I need to run for now. Tomorrow I'll answer BetteJo's question:

"How DO you get away with writing all this - nobody at work knows? Or wouldn't Bubbles and Thelma know how to use the interwebs?"

This week is almost licked. Later Taters!