Sunday, September 30, 2012

It's a Fine Line

I'm beginning to see that in this small world, there are Six Murky Degrees of Separation from the People You Blog About and May or May Not Offend. Believe it or not, I don't seek out controversial subject matter, nor do I seek to offend my readers. And because I'm very aware of my oft-missing filter, I'm at a constant crossroads that is currently crippling my writing process.

Do I write what I live, see, experience and think? Even in a small city where everyone is so interconnected? At the risk of offending untold numbers? Or should I embrace this chance to reach into the closets of other, though certainly more controlled, filterless-minded individuals like myself? This never-ending question circles through my mind, round and round until any hint of creativity has been murdered and I'm left without a single, worthwhile thought in my head.

Writing is my outlet, my therapy, my cleansing process. It is the fastest, easiest way for me to rid myself of the busyness of my mind and free up room to deal with my current reality. Realities such as diapers, dirty dishes, to-be-folded laundry, homework, and seriously, you're fucking hungry again? Really?! I just finished scraping the oatmeal off the walls; you're gonna have to wait.

My self-imposed writer's block is killing me; keeping all of my loud opinions hidden inside just can't be healthy. So from here on out, I'm taking off the gloves. I've lived my life, thus far, by the seat of my pants and while it's not always served me well, it's gotten me to where I am today. And today is a good place to be, bitches.

1 comment:

  1. I say let your line shine, even at the risk of blinding those who would be offended. They can always choose NOT to read.