For the love of anonymity

I'm back on this blog almost a year after I last wrote in it. Call it a sabbatical or just a reclusive act. But now that most of my blog friends have given up on me I feel I am off the radar and ready to roll again. Little did I know that as a blogger I would really prefer anonymity to anything else. Even when I wrote to earn my living, I'd feel a little uncomfortable about being recognized for my work. I wasn't really ashamed or anything of that sort - at least most of the times - but when someone wanted to talk to me about my story, I'd mentally shy away to a corner.
Perhaps I just feel I suffered from some i-know-you-read-it-or-liked-it-but-lets-just-not-discuss-it syndrome. Makes sense? Most likely not.
That reclusiveness, for the the lack of a better word, travelled across to my blogging. Why don't I just write in a different blog, you ask? Well I just feel so attached to my URL.
Anyway, so here's to the joys of a sabbatical, the comfort of anonymity and my own silent comeback.