In case you haven't read my other blogs, (1) I am a fan of very few (don't have a single celebrity autograph), (2) I have stalker insurance (because you never know when somebody will decide your online photo is singing them love songs), (3) some of my phobias are wholly irrational (I don't care if King Kong is a love story), and (4) I'm highly skeptical of friendships formed online (that doesn't mean I don't have any).
Last year I befriended a producer when I queried her online, she read my work, and then called me for a two hour chat about life, humanity, and films that make a difference. Technically, that friendship was formed over the telephone. We exchange emails and love to chat about things that much of the rest of the world finds trite and trivial. For whatever reason, I never got around to mentioning my Monkoholism. Then she read Confessions of a Monkie Junkie and the jig was up.
Well, whadya know? She emailed me and said that an autographed photo of the object of my addiction is on its way. One of her best friends is Mary Goldberg who manages Tony Shalhoub whom I actually first fell in love with when I saw the movie, Polly. Moral of the story? Be mindful of what you write online. Don't be a doormat, but you never know if somebody reading your words may one day be a person whose opinion matters to you.