More pussywillows, because you can never have enough.
HERE'S THE THING.
I'm surrounded by people who, at this particular moment, are full of angst about their blogs.
One is editing his blog like a terrier shakes a rat, taking out posts, taking out comments, making secret blogs, all to avoid hurting his children, who have been reading his work and making a big stink out of it.
One is completely ignoring her blog, which is sad because, aside from it being wonderful, I think it provides a good, safe, healthy outlet for her in somewhat turbulent times.
One wrote the most magnificent piece about a troubled relationship with a parent I have ever laid eyes on. Truly breathless, naked, heartfelt writing. He wondered if posting it was a mistake and then, later, took it down.
Still another is having problems with her ex. He has actually involved the police, accusing her of writing about him. She is, by the way, a writer of fiction, despite what his ego must be thinking.
It all just hurts my head, sometimes.
Be free, people.
Write what's in your heart and in your head.
Unshackle societal burdens and let the words flow.
You can do it.
I know you can.
Oh, and by the way? I think my commenting system is seriously flawed. Sometimes comments show up in my e-mail that never make it onto my blog. Sometimes I make comments on other people's blogs that just disappear. Even my facebook comments get skewed sometimes. If you've made a comment lately that hasn't appeared, my apologies, but I don't know what is going on...