Today, I wrote a post full of self-justification for the decisions I’m making regarding Matchbox Girls.  I think it’s a good, logical decision, and I’m glad I wrote the post. I also don’t think anybody wants to see it. More importantly, I think it wouldn’t do much for the reputation I’d like to cultivate as somebody calm, reasonable, relaxed and cheerful.

So, I’m doing the calm, reasonable, relaxed and cheerful thing by keeping it private. After all, if somebody reads Matchbox Girls and likes it, I don’t want to point out all the rough spots to them, and how they made me cry.  Oh no.  Best to reveal the depths of my soul-searching through the pleasantly detached framework of fiction. Right? Right.