Lately, I’ve been focusing and/or blogging more about the dramatic ups and downs of my actual life, as opposed to working primarily on fiction. Which is fine, to a certain extent. But when does it become too much reality?

One of the problems I’ve run into is that I live in a near-constant state of fear that my coworkers will find out what I really think about them (if they prove clever enough to decipher their code names). Another problem is that putting the average frustrations and events of my life into my writing also seems to take a noticeable toll on the tone of the writing. Which I’m not sure I like.

So the question I pose is this: when you blog or write about the redundancies and common frustrations of life, should you worry that your writing might end up being boring at worst and whiny at best? Maybe you’ll grow to hate it. Maybe spending too much time writing things that are true to you will make writing itself seem like a monotonous drudgery, or a bland regurgitation of everyday life in slightly more literary form.

Is this a genuine danger, or am I going all Fox News here? Discuss.