I never google my name. The reasons for it are varied, but suffice it to say that nobody ever found anything good googling their name. Some might say I’m sticking my head in the sand, and that may be true, I also don’t read Amazon reviews of books I’ve written. Sometimes I read GoodReads reviews and, if people tag me directly, full reviews, but I just haven’t ever stumbled across anything life-changing in a good way whenever I’ve googled my name. I don’t have someone whose job it is to run around scrubbing the Internet of negative feedback and honestly, I can’t control what someone says or thinks about me anyway. Bad apples are going to think whatever they think and good ones are hopefully going assume the best. I certainly don’t need the sucker punches from unkind people (trust me, I sucker punch myself enough for both of us).
However, this week I was searching for an old piece I’d written years ago and couldn’t remember where it had been published, so I took a deep breath and began to slowly type L O R E W I L B into the search bar. I wasn’t even through my name when the search bar dropped down with common searches related to Lore Wilbert.