Much like the rest of the population I moved to Facebook Land a few years ago, and I think that it’s no coincidence that when I did that I stopped blogging.

At the time I thought it was ok because I could do more ‘serious’ writing off-line which sounded good but it didn’t happen that way.

I got caught up in the world of chit-chat, miscommunications, talking cats and looking at pictures of people’s dinners.I knew I was in trouble when I started to think that looking  pictures of someone else’s cheesecake was cool.

What I didn’t take into account was that blogging was what I did to keep my skills up- it was my daily writing practice. And in doing that I had to think in complete sentences. As much as I love LOL Cats, you can’t exactly communicate like a human adult let alone write like one when your world is all about quips and tweets coming from the cute faces of kittens, puppies and in some cases infants.

I’ll be honest, I got some enjoyment when I got yelled at- on line– by people because they couldn’t  flame posts on my Facebook page.

I saw a fire, I put it out. What can I say.

I was told I was interfering with their ‘freedom of speech’ and that I shouldn’t be stifling open conversations. I should be encouraging it.

I’ve learned something  from blogging- oh and a tad bit about our ” Freedoms” because so many people were interpreting their ‘freedoms’ in this area incorrectly and the real answers were there out in public for anyone to see.

Sad to say I can F*&@! up your “freedom of speech” on my Facebook page because it’s MY Facebook page. And if you want to have an open vibrant conversation, get your off your heiney or computer  or phone and go have one.I consider myself a force of nature but I couldn’t stop you from doing that.

I’m pretty sure that when you restrain someone against their will it’s ACTUALLY against the law.

So when I got messages about comments or posts disappearing from MY Facebook page my simple answer was: If you think that’s mean you should see what my editor friends do to real writers. And they get paid to do it. I wish I got paid for doing that to some of my flamers but no.

I did it for free.

I chalk it up to a cheap thrill.

” But nobody will “like”  the stuff you post on your page…they won’t care what you think. They won’t look at it. No one will know what your opinions are. Don’t you want to be heard? I was asked when I refused to let my mode of communication be shamelessly used like the town floozy.

Well.

Before I moved to Facebook people DID.

And then I let Talking Dogs do it for me and anyone else who showed up on my newsfeed.

What kind of writer does that I started asking myself.

I guess we all know the answer to that.

It’s been fun, but it’s time to get real.

So Let’s Do It.

 

 

 

There’s this story about choice- and the choice presented in the story is do you feed the good wolf or the bad wolf.

I feed them both because they’re both important to me, I need them both.

I just happen to love one more than the other.