That’s what I’ve been doing a lot lately. Mostly because I don’t want to be featured on Dear Author’s first ever installment of Editors Behaving Badly. Or find myself featured on Karen Scott’s blog. Because I’m kinda scared of Karen**. That would just suck. But okay, I’ve had this mad urge to go off on several rants lately, over various things I’ve read on the internet, but I sat on my hands (the equivalent of biting my tongue…hard) until the urge has passed and I’ve regained some semblence of rational thought.
I think I’ve talked about this before, but it’s weird for me to blog about or comment on some things. Because I fear that people will hold my publisher responsible or representative of the things I say. Now, those who know and (mostly) love me will tell you that keeping my thoughts and/or opinions to myself is a rather painful exercise for me. Not being able to speak my piece is frustrating and I end up ruminating and thinking and dwelling.
But at the same time, I’ve been a pretty vocal mouthpiece of Samhain, promoing the books and authors and representing myself as part of the company. And I’ve worked hard to help the company grow. So it wouldn’t make much sense for me to work against that by shooting my mouth off just because it might make me feel better. In reality, I don’t need to jump into those discussions because they don’t impact me, my job, etc. If I feel they’re relative, then yeah, I’ll post but I’ll do that type it and then think about it thing (where you don’t hit post right away so you have time to think about what you said). I’m not saying I’m not ever going to have an opinion, I’m just saying I have to be more selective about where I share those opinions. That’s hard. And it’s not as much fun. But I do think it’s awfully responsible of me. Anyone got a cookie?
**Irony. I wrote this blog post yesterday, left it just a few lines unfinished and found that today, I am featured on Karen Scott’s blog. Ha. Thankfully, I think I represented myself well so no one should point fingers and shame, shame me. I don’t think. As it turns out, it was someone else’s bad behavior that got me there. Whew.