Dear Theodora Goss,
I read with great delight your recent blog
on Being Real. It is something I have often struggled with. It’s
part of the dissonance created when you, the writer, have to start
thinking of yourself in terms of a brand. Funny things start to
happen as you begin to talk about yourself. Especially in the third
“But it’s also a thing to manage, a thing that can make you feel
quite strange about yourself, as though you’re not really you.”
It is here that I am forced to disagree with you. That belly pride blog of
ours notwithstanding, we in the Broaddus family firmly believe in
being really us at all times. There’s no strangeness about it. Allow
me to give you a rare glimpse into the real life of the Broaddus
Here, our secret network of cameras
As you can plainly see, there are no vanity issues here and we are
clearly unconcerned about image here. I don’t know what your hang up
As a writer, we are always out there. Through my twitter, my facebook
page, my blog, people interact with me and get glimpses into my
thoughts and my life. Which is ironic because, I think, most times it
is through my stories that people get a glimpse of my heart. Though I
love that we are all about story and controlling story, especially the
myth of our own lives.
Your ardent fan,
I wonder if a similar dissonance is created among artists who are
Christian, as they are told by one camp to pursue humility, yet as a
brand, they are told to constantly be promoting themselves. A
not-necessarily-insurmountable problem, but a fraught one nonetheless.
Then again, in most of the images of Christ I see, he’s either
quite buff or has rock star hair.
This is certainly a much better idea than me threatening to tape bacon
to my kids as a way to out-Scalzi John Scalzi’s blog. Though I
haven’t entirely ruled that out yet.