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The last couple of weeks I’ve experienced one of those weird cosmic convergences that makes me think I need to pay attention.

First there were two amazing blogs by the Social Network Ninja, Kristen Lamb. Bravely, Ms. Lamb took us places the rest of us where afraid to go. The first was about  Empathetic Correctness and how this new phenomenon could seriously hurt writers. The second was about Diversity, and just how strained connection has become.  Lots to make all of us think here. I have been a fan of Ms. Lamb for years, and she always has good information. These two, though, they hit home.

Secondly, I read Stephen King’s On Writing. Again. I love this book and in all honesty, I was hoping the words would do the magic they always have before—make me eager to go write. After the last few months, I needed a kick in the pants. As usual, Mr. King stepped up to the plate. Though written in 2000, the words fit today’s PC environment, “…writing fiction in America as we enter the twenty-first century is no job for intellectual cowards. There are lots of would-be censors out there, and although they may have different agendas, they all want basically the same thing: for you to see the world they see…or at least shut up about what you do see that’s different.” Food for thought.

Third, is the death of the brave and amazing writer Maya Angelou. She used the pen to speak out at a time few dared, and continued to write courageously until her death May 28. The world lost a truly awesome woman.

So, little me, sitting here at my desk, trying to decide if I really need to use the f-word in my current manuscript, and wondering if I have the kind of courage to be the writer I have the capability to be. I know I hold back, and not just from profanity. Many times I won’t let myself go deeply into the world in my head, the world where the good stuff is.

Writer or not, we all need to think. Being led along by sound bites and the ravings of those sensors Mr. King spoke of could well mean the end of freedom as we understand it. If we PC everything, then we won’t have words to tell the honest truth anymore. We can look away and pretend bad things don’t happen. Will the bad stuff go away then? I don’t think so. I think bad will go to terrible, and we won’t be able to tell the truth about it. And that will be the end of freedom.

 

Lots to think about.

Cheryel

The Real Me

website shotSocial Marketing Ninja, bestselling author, and all around amazing person, Kristen Lamb, has blogged about bullying several times over the last few days. In fact, today’s blog is a must read for every woman. Anyway, while reading of these blogs I realized I had stopped blogging because I was scared. I didn’t want to offend anyone, write an opinion that might be wrong (how can an opinion be wrong?) or maybe a little too personal.

Then I realized I had things I wanted to say. Not controversial things really, not offensive generally, and my opinion is my own—though open to change due to the input of new, verified information. So what the hell am I holding back for? Training. Long years of training. Someday I’m going to figure out why my family always felt others were better and that we had to keep quiet and be good little folks. Not my personality, really, but black sheep can be trained—to a point.

Soooooo, I’m planning  to blog on a more regular basis. Just letting you know, you may find out who the real me really is. On that note, I give you a song I really like by a singer I admire. Reba McEntire and “The New Me”: