She was a 26 year old infowaif from Northern Minnesota with a romantic past that'd make J-Lo blanche, the work ethic of a sled dog, a wandering sexual orientation, and a style of writing that she parlayed into a blog that, sources tell me, was drawing 10,000 visitors a day.
And it was fake.
Plain Layne, which disappeared two weeks ago after a three-year run, was the best soap opera on the internet.
And a large community of people is busily digging away, trying to figure out the story.
I have it. I just can't tell it.
After a little digging and a little dot-connecting - some of the information is public, some known only to me - I figured out who "Layne" was. We spent about four hours talking yesterday.
I learned the whole genesis of Plain Layne. More than that, I learned the story behind the story - which, in the end, is a much more interesting tale than the whole "Layne" phenomenon itself.
The conversation itself was fascinating on a whooole lot of levels, worthy of a couple of blog posts on their own.
The bad news? I'm going to sit on the story for now. Lots of reasons, all of them good.
Stay tuned, though.
Is that teasing? Probably. Such is life.Posted by Mitch at June 23, 2004 01:53 PM