I asked myself: why would I post these old entries into a public journal? And I got back two answers:
- The other people involved might enjoy remembering these past events I shared with them,
- The material itself is an interesting story
So why don't I simply ask the people involved in the potentially embarrassing bits if they mind this public posting? Because it'd be impossible to locate those people today, and in some cases, I don't even want to locate them. Nor they me.
I could try to have it both ways and half-anonymize the writing, but it would get confusing, and anyone directly involved would probably be able to decipher who is who anyway.
So that means I'd have to anonymize the whole thing, change the names around completely, and even obscure details that would identify the participants. This would cease to be a "trip down memory lane" for anyone but me, and the only reason that would justify posting it publicly is it's appeal as a work of fiction.
But you know what? As a work of fiction, it lies mostly between boring details and explicit erotica, like some overlong Archie & Pals fan-fiction. Sure there are a few keen observations and a few jokes, and some nice descriptions of breasts, but seriously, who'd want to wade through the rest of this tripe to find them?
I don't know. I've got this huge mass of writing and some of it is very good, but I don't know what it's good for. Maybe ten years isn't long enough. Maybe it will all have to remain buried.
What are your thoughts?