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Writing to Remember Who I Am
My writing has offended someone. Egad! Why do I continue along this perilous literary journey?
It happened. I have offended a family member with my writing.
It took about three months. I don’t know if this is a record or about average.
What I do know is that all of Facebook, or at least about 50 people, now know that I am a self-righteous person with low self-esteem and with no respect or integrity for other people. My lack of maternal instincts will leave me alone and suffering at the hands of uncaring strangers because I have put down the entire family. I have ruined a relationship and have been unfriended.
To suggest other more colorful adjectives and nouns were used to describe me would require me to climb aboard the Jumping to Conclusions Train which is clearly at maximum capacity at the moment.
It seems the power of the pen/keyboard is mighty. Much more influential than I had anticipated.
Exactly what had I expected from becoming a writer?
What inspired me to pursue this dangerous path, putting at risk my black sheep of the family status and diminutive Facebook following?
It wasn’t money, highlights and claps; although I do enjoy those things.
