Here’s one guy’s take, and I think he’s right.
In my case, though, I’ve tried to get my colleagues to start a blog at my day job, with no luck. Who knows, maybe that will happen -and honestly, this blog was a way for me to see how I might go about blogging for my day job. But after nearly six years of columnizing, my brand is my name. Not Wendi Thomas with NAME OF DAY JOB HERE. Just Wendi Thomas.
I had my neck hugged in Schnuck’s grocery store today by a complete stranger who “loves my column.” And earlier on the morning of July 4, I had dozens of homeless men (!) who were eating breakfast at Westy’s (a volunteer effort coordinated by the wonderful folks at Lindenwood Christian Church) recognize me and tell me they read my column all the time.
Now, this is not to ignore the very real existence of those readers who loathe me. (See Herenton, WW.) But maybe it’s because it’s the South – we’re still rather polite, so those who recognize me and hate me keep it to themselves and those who recognize me and love me hug me in the grocery stores.
Nice to get some love. Love feels good.
A job feels good too, if my boss or his boss (the head honcho) is reading this. Still loving the job. And benefits. Health benefits are great.